So depressed that it physically hurts to get out of bed.
I just need someone to talk to.
I just want to be done.
Your face kills me
I used to have friends that could sense when I was unhappy, even when I appeared to be acting as I usually did. obviously I don’t have those anymore.
Can’t even force myself into anything. It’s impossible for me to be attracted to anyone. I miss you. I don’t care what people think. I have my reasons for still wanting you, even though I’d never tell you. Having to rearrange my entire life/personality because you ruined me was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I’ve never felt pain like that and when people ask me why you meant so much to me I can’t even answer. You just did. You made me happy, really happy. It’s taken me months but it finally doesn’t kill me when I think about our memories, most of the time. But you know what? I’d do it all again. I’d go through all of that miserable pain and pathetic feeling for you, in a heartbeat.
