Sometimes I just want to kill you. Why can’t you see that I’m hurt? Why can’t you see that every mother fucking day that passes is another day I want to fucking kill myself and everyone around me? Fuck it, you know? I try so hard to put on this fake “I’m not sad that he left! I haven’t even cried about it!” routine, but I fucking cry every fucking night. My heart literally aches. I see no point in continuing on in life without you. I really don’t. I can’t take another year of this and it’s only been three weeks. Oh, wait. Two more years of this.

WAKE UP. REALIZE THAT WHAT YOU SAY TO ME DOESN’T WORK. REALIZE THAT I’M NOT JUST ‘IN A BAD MOOD’. REALIZE THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME. PLEASE, SWEETIE. OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE THAT I NEED YOU.