𝘍𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝒟𝑜𝓃𝑒

~Wrote This In A Time Of Grief, Like A Vent Write~

I'm so fucking done. What's the point anymore. I'm always tired, I hate myself, I mess up everything, what is the fucking point? This is the first time I have ever been mad at him, but it is my fucking fault. I'm such a bitch, he told me that he wasn't going to talk to me because I kept being cold to him, which is understandable but oh my fucking God, I love him so much it's not even funny. But I mess everything up so what is the fucking point in even trying anymore. I hate my life, same fucking thing every fucking day. I have fucking panic attacks when I'm away from him so what the fuck is the point being without him fully, you know? I just want to be the best wife for him, even though he could probably easily go find another girl. I just don't understand how he can be so nice and then I come in being such a fucking bitch towards him, I hope he leaves me so he can find someone better because, right now, I'm so fucking done. We didn't break up but whenever he says shit like "I'll talk to you when I talk to you", when he is mad, it hurts more. And he's complaining about how I said, "love you" instead of, "I love you" which is understandable but fuck, really worth me crying for. I sound like such a fucking bitch and a fucking psychotic girl, but I've been better, tired as shit every day, yet I still push to make sure I talk to him and get some time for just me and him. I don't understand why God made me this way, why did he make me to be so... stupid! Why would I do anything to make the #1 person I love the most, upset? I don't know, I'm just fucking done.