I'm not ok. I thought I would be. I thought things wouldn't be that different. I thought that I can deal with it. I thought I can get used to it. And then I found myself excluding myself already, eating ice cream in winter, and crying to myself. I don't know why I thought things were going to be ok. Maybe I was thinking that if he still loves me then there's no need to worry. And then I started wondering does he love me. So I said I love you and I get silence as a response. Then it's just like maybe he didn't hear and I say it again and the same thing happens. I'm telling you that your my world and then you don't tell me the same. I panic and I overthink and I stress and I over exert myself and I fall too hard for someone that loses feelings after a year. I need reassurance and I need to be held and I need stupid shit like pinky promises and I need someone to tell me it's ok when I'm upset and I need to get my feelings out or I explode. So here you go
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My Pain
HorrorIt's just a story of things that I lay awake for. I'm posting this on my second account, so if you wanna have better stories and characters go to @kitcat3000 If not and you just came here to see depression. Then here you go.
