Fr, fuck off
A week passed after the fight, exactly a week.
I still hear your fucking words, I still get pissed off easily, drowning in my thoughts from everything that Fucking happened.
I still can't fucking eat, like fr. Can't eat properly. This shit is enough for maybe two fucking days but I will keep going. I got this. Like wtf do you want from me?!?!
Talking to me when you need help or something. Not respecting when I ran upstairs fucking crying, angry, pissed off, overwhelmed. Wtf didn't you get when I just said.
Leave
Me
In
Fucking
Peace!
Mhh I feel it's my fault. My fault that they're fighting, my fault that things are getting worse, my fault that yk, everything is my fault.
I just wish I could die. Leave. I mean I feel like noone would care, but even if someone does it's simply way better.
YOU ARE READING
Help me
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