Ryland's Perspective
{ the timeline is still not lined up}
Ever since she left I've felt better but have been much worse.
I didn't know how to function without her.
What was the point of eating?
What was the point of breathing ?
I don't know at this point.
I don't know anything.
I'm constantly crying myself to sleep.
I'm a fucking mess.
She made me like this.
Why am I blaming everyone else except myself?
I don't know.
I don't know why I'm crying sometimes.
I don't know why I feel like suicide is an option sometimes.
But I'm not that fucked up.
I wont let myself die because of a girl.
I'll try to fix myself up.
Maybe?
Rehab?
I don't know, I was willing to try though.
