It’s not that I can’t tell other people my problems, it’s that I don’t want to appear weak.
I miss talking to you. You’re the only person I ever felt comfortable talking to about “that”. Now I feel alone.
I want to talk to you so bad… But I swore if I ever messaged you again, it’d be when I’m on my death bed.
We’re all a little broken inside.
Fuck, man
I really don’t know who I am or what’s going on anymore… I hate M. How the fuck did I let myself get in a situation where….. Ugh. I hate everything. As if I let someone do that to me. Someone who doesn’t love me!!!! Get the fuck away from me. Fuck and I am doing terrible in every other aspect of my life. Man! I wish I could confide in somebody. Too bad the only person I’d tell this to is the person I’m doing these things with…. Why oh WHY did I do that?? I still can’t believe I did that. I’m disgusting I want to kill myself fuck
Praise God!!!
When you turn to a page in a book and it directly relates to your current situation. The guilt..
