J - I thought you were more mature than that. I actually thought we were ok. Obviously not! How dare you move nearly 300 miles away and not even tell me?! This is ridiculous. Just because we aren't together, doesn't mean I don't care about you. I don't even know if I should try to contact you. You've deleted me on Facebook too. I never meant to hurt you... not like that.
S - I feel hypercritical even typing this given the above. But I hate how awkward it is seeing you with her. You clearly aren't happy with her. Let it go.
I hate you. I fucking, fucking hate you. Leave me alone. Just fuck off, and leave me alone. I hate you. I can't stand to hear your voice, or see your face. I want to punch you, and when I talk to you I have to try and not start screaming at you.
I fucking hate you. Just leave me alone. You think you can just yell and be a bitch to me, and then be all nice again, don't you? Well, I won't play that game any more. Fuck off.
Can't I just have an hour to myself in one fucking day. One hour where you don't run into my room, without even knoking, talking your usual shit?
That's the problem when the kids get older, because no one's scared anymore. No one listens anymore. So scream all you want. Yell and insult and do whatever you want to do. Throw stuff at me, if you want. I can dodge, I have learned that. Try to hit me, because I am stronger now and you won't stand a chance against me, and I WILL fucking hit you, and push you down, if you try anything. I'm not a little kid anymore. You can't controll me anymore.
You're my sponsor. So I have to keep you happy enough to pay for my stuff, my education. That's all you are.
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I really want to talk to you, but I can't. There are so many things I need to get outside of me. 27 months of sobriety...I'm feeling ready to throw it away. I need you as my friend to talk me out of it, but I can't tell you about it. How do I get myself in these jams?
I HATE YOU!
One day, at home, with you, and I want to CUT myself. I HATE YOU! You make me sick, and depressed.
They say blood is thicker than water, but you know what? I'd rather live with my friends than in this hell-hole. At least they wouldn't scream and yell and blame the entire day. I'd be able to laugh, and smile. If it weren't for my education that you're paying for, and which I just cannot, cannot, cannot give up, I'd be out of here already.
Half a year, and then I'm out. Oh, I hate you so much. You are the worst. Laura's lucky that she's gone. What do you think made her so depressed and stop working? Coz you make everyone sick. You are like fucking venom, creeping into everyone. I hate you, I hate you so much. You make me sick, you make me all bad again. After one fucking day.
I just want to cry, and scream. You are horrible. In one year. you'll have no one left. Do you get that? NO ONE will be around anymore. And I have to survive one fucking year with your poisiona and hatred.
You make me sick. You make me so fucking sick.
You are fucking bad for me, for my mental health, for my well-being. Just LEAVE ME ALONE! I hate you. I hate you. I JUST FUCKING HATE YOU!
You make me feel like when I was so depressed again. It hurts so much. You are like a shadow, pressing me down, all the time, making everything a shade darker, blacker, more depressing. I just want to get away from you. I need to. You are poisoning me with your presence. You are bad for me. You are so fucking bad for me.
I am so tired of people telling me how fucking strong I am to be dealing with such a big thing
I'm not that strong
I'm barely able to get out of BED
I'm barely hang on to anything and I have no strenght LEFT
and they keep telling me, just focus on the happy and be with her
how in the HELL am I supposed to be happy when I don't know how to be happy anymore???
she makes me happy yes,
but I've been emotionally and mentally dead for a long time
there's no reversing it
how am I supposed to be happy and la-de-fucking-da
when I don't even want to get out of bed or talk or see the point in doing anything at all?
I am so TIRED of FAKING the pain that I PRETEND I'm NOT IN!
“Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around."
Rest in Love Sar-sis. I'll see you the next time around hopefully <3 12/11/92-05/18/16
AJs mommy ❤️ 11/26/17
Married to my best friend and Soulmate 3/5/18 ❤️💍
You have 36 minutes to text me. Otherwise, you did not text me tomorrow. And you will learn the hard way not to have sex with me then not contact me when you say you will.
Why can't everything just go the way it is supposed to???
I wish you would talk to me so i can try to explain....
If you keep doing this its gonna make me break my promise, it would torture me to have to do that again....
don't touch me...If you do I might shatter into a thousand pieces.
Its back...oh god why did it have to come back. That hollow feeling in my chest, the feeling that there is only black cold emptiness inside. I just want to cry but I can't anymore, no matter how bad I want it the tears never come.
"Some people get by, with a little understanding. Some people get by, with a whole lot more."
I'm actually doing it.
I'm terrified out of my mind.
But I can look from the outside in and see it's necessary.
Somehow that doesn't seem to make it any easier.
I wish I had just one person I could even just talk to, to trust.
It would make it so much easier.
But even Mckenzie is distant and gone.
I'm trying to challenge the idea that everyone leaves in the end.
I don't want to believe it.
But it keeps proving it's self true.
Perhaps we just don't know.
We can wholeheartedly believe ourselves when we say I love you, You are my world, my everything, my soulmate
But in the end only time will say whether that is infact the truth.
We all find our own answers, sometimes surprising ourselves.
The care, the love, the belief, the devotion, the intermingling of souls.
A phase, never real, or just not as deep as you believe it to be?
I don't believe these ponderings have answers.
Some of us fall by the wayside
Some of us soar to the stars
Some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars
Location: In a glass vial in the pocket of a beautiful mind.
I am currently:
tell me again your fkd up excuses
rhap·so·dy - an ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm. ♫
"Sacrifice is the most you can love someone." ♥
“Love was at best an excuse for stupidity, at worst a destructive, dangerous emotion that drove men to acts of annihilation which defied logic. It was a twisted, insidious sentiment used to justify everything from spoiling a child to destroying entire civilizations.”
Location: In a glass vial in the pocket of a beautiful mind.
I am currently:
and there it goes, the illusion shatters.
rhap·so·dy - an ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm. ♫
"Sacrifice is the most you can love someone." ♥
“Love was at best an excuse for stupidity, at worst a destructive, dangerous emotion that drove men to acts of annihilation which defied logic. It was a twisted, insidious sentiment used to justify everything from spoiling a child to destroying entire civilizations.”
I want to tell you everything, I am trying to tell you everything...but the truth Is that I am so freaking terrified I will live to regret it...thank you for your patience but please stop making it seem like it's not a big deal.
Why did I even get myself into this? I'm such a loser. I know how easily I fall. And yet I decided I was like her, that I could be detached. I can't. I'm hurt. You didn't want to hurt me, you made it clear from the start what this was and I even told you that's exactly what I wanted. I don't want to be hurt. But I just can't stop. I can't take myself out of this situation. I need to see where this ends up. I know you're no good for me but maybe you could be.