Today was good until you came home. You barely spoke to me, you only looked at me once, you didnt touch me. You didnt say you loved me or even goodnight. feeling incredibly unloved. =/
Mobile blogging… aka text posts because nothing else loads on mobile.
I dont want to have sex. I want you to quit arguing with me about every little thing.
This is no longer love.
I’ve all but given up.
Not sure if just tired or drunk
Sometimes I do things to impress you. But I don’t think it usually works. But I still try.
No, you didn’t do shit to me. I did shit to you and I feel bad enough I want to just get back in the shower and beat myself to death with the damn shower head.
I have a constant reminder every day of what I did to you, and sometimes it just makes me want to die.
So when I’m crying on the couch, or when I can’t bring myself to look or speak to you, it doesn’t mean you’ve done something wrong. It means I’m having trouble living with myself.
The one person I truly hate works with me. At least, I think so. It’s been so long since those events took place, but I remember her face.
I’m tempted to ask her if she knows who I am, but terrified of what I might do if I was absolutely sure it was her. :/
So I came home from school to see my 7 year old sister putting skittles with my antidepressants, I went up to her and asked “Hey what you doing?” She looked at me, smiled and said “Skittles make me happy so I put them with your medicine that makes you happy so you can be extra happy.” That was the cutest thing i’ve ever heard.
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