I unfriended you on Facebook to help me move on and it seems like such a trivial thing but it was really just so hard to let go of the last connection I had. God I’m a piece of work.
It might have just been a letter that you won’t get for over a year, but it felt like closure to me. I genuinely hope you read it and regret everything. Then go on to live a perfect happy life in which you never see me again.
I’ll scream, and cry, and yell the next time I see you. I might even say I hate you. But in reality I just want to see you get better, and in spite of how much it hurts…If you’ll be better away from me then it’s okay. I won’t ever tell you so, but it’s okay.
Sometimes I wish that I had problems to worry about. Then at least I would have a reason for being so sad all the time.
sometimes i get into a routine of depression, and it doesn’t go away. i feel trapped and all i can do is think of is telling you. but there’s a difference between thinking and saying.