It hurts so much when I think about him, when I think about the love and admiration he used to have for me, when I think about how I'm the one who ruined it all. It's hard to think that if I had been able to push myself to be happier and had been able to pretend my mental illnesses didn't exist he'd still love me..
I'm nothing but a failure to him, he promised to love me forever but I ended up disgusting him too much for him to be able to keep that promise, it's not his fault that he couldn't handle my ptsd and depression, it's not his fault that he wanted someone attractive who has a promising future, this is all my fault and it makes it hurt so much more.. If I had been able to push myself to be exactly what he wanted, if I had been able to mirror the perfection he craved, I would still have my sweet baby who always believed in me and was always by my side, if I hadn't overreacted after finding out that he had been disloyal to me maybe he wouldn't have snapped and gotten sick of me..
I'm nothing but a failure..
(So i was thinking of basing a book on this experience im having but idk,, damn i love that the first thing in this trashbag is sad lol)
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DiversosI'm really cringey and emo-- this book will have my ideas for books, creative writing, poems, etc usually based iff of my experiences and emotions. TW For shit like; depression anxiety suicide ptsd schizophrenia abuse rape pictures of my face an...
