it isn't easy for me to explain why i'm not okay
i'm not trying to be lazy, it's more like no matter how much i sleep i'm always drained
i have no motivation to do anything
and life is just passing me by.
Hey,I miss you, but you're a horrible person. 'Help me', she whispered, tears staining her cheeks. I'm still not quite sure if she was hoping someone would hear her, and come to her aid. Or if she was speaking to her old self, that got lost over time. -Me at night.
I am so afraid of losing you, I bet you don't think of me as much as I think of you. I stay awake wondering what your thoughts are. Have I come across them?How on earth do you expect me to be the same person after all of this pain?! Pain changes people dear.My demons are stronger than me. And that's an awful thing to admit. How do I kill myself without hurting anybody? I don't want to hurt anybody I care about. Do you know that feeling when you don't want to do anything? You just feel like sleeping the whole day, maybe crying a bit, and just laying there, feeling completely numb. Me everyday.I need a constant distraction or else I might remember memories I'm trying to repress.
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You Hate Me, I Used to Love You (Completed)
Non-Fictionнє вяσкє мє. нє αℓмσѕт кιℓℓє∂ мє. ι'ℓℓ ηєνєя вє тнє ѕαмє. ι'ℓℓ αℓωαуѕ тнιηк σƒ нιм. נυѕт нє нαтєѕ мє, вυт ι ℓσνє нιм ωιтн αℓℓ му нєαят.... ωну ?
