You know if you had never left me and if we didn't get in as many arguments over stupid shit I say (which lets face it that's mostly what comes out of my mouth). We might still be okay. We might actually be together tonight watching my favorite movie. But instead I'm alone watching this movie (the breakfast club) and wishing I still had you. Trying not to cry when I see people in relationships. Wishing I could still be happy all the time. Not feeling like shit all of the time because you left me shattered. There are shards of me that's are still cutting into important arteries and causing me to (figuratively) bleed. I'm in so many different pieces. And sometimes they seem to fit together again but there are still minuscule pieces missing that cause me to inevitably fall apart again. It hurts a lot.
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A twisted state of mind
NonfiksiJust some stuff that I've written. A lot of it is self hate. But it's also just how I feel.
