Thinking Bout shit

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I tell myself everyday i dont miss him
Do i
No
I need to be honest to myself
Yes i do miss him
But i fucked up so much
We fought so much
But i still love his ass
Like tf is wrong wit me
Seriously i need some therapy because i cant get him off my mind
Ever since we stopped talkin
I havent eaten once i stay locked in my room even as i write this im under my covers tryin to cry myself to sleep
Nothin works no more
Even cuttin aint enough
Maybe i should just end it all
Nobody would care enough to come in my room to see if i was alive anyways
Nobody has came in at all
So i wont come out
Night guys

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