u/BrokendreamSlinger

There are a million possibilities why you and I won’t work out. But all I need is one, just one possibility that it will.

I think I’m gonna ghost you for sure now. I have found myself quite attached and it feels like you are detaching maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe it’s these feelings clouding my better judgement idk what it is but I don’t like it. Fuck I don’t like it

Some people stay blocked for a reason. He called me said the daughter was in trouble I believed him I went. I tried to stay in touch for the daughter but It’s never enough. Now I feel worse then ever. He broke me down again paragraphs and paragraphs how I’m a. Piece of shit. I’m no good I’m a worthless bitch. He even asked if I needed to get slapped. Now I feel sick and sad and just idk not all here. Fuck I hate him and that’s why I have to cut all communication between me and the kid too. 💔

aye try not to fuck me over, like everyone else has. I’m not asking for perfection. I don’t want you to promise me “you never will”. Because we are human and things do happen I get it….all I’m saying is if you’re here then I’m here. Just tell me you will try with the best intentions to not fuck me over… please

I mucked around and caught a bug. A nasty nasty bug. I caught feelings. How is this even possible. I said I wouldn’t do it again. this one is different … very different. From the usual.. I don’t have a type then shows Sierra mist ..Sprite. Lemon lime soda and so on you get the picture well he is Cherry coke with a hint of lime. I never thought I would like cherry coke as much as I do right now. I’ve tried it a couple times but i would rather have sprite… Well I dumped all the sprite out…

The damn anxiety. Once I feel that… it will be different. I waited 7 months. Kuz I thought someone would “come around” I was wrong. I hate thinking some shit and then being wrong. It makes me feel sick. It doesn’t matter tho I got no feelings any ways so what ever

I get attached really easily,

but I can detach just as fast.

I have literally given the shirt

right off my back

to a stranger.

I’ve given my last cigarette

when I didn’t have enough

to buy another pack.

I’ve lost everyone

I’ve ever loved,

at least once.

Most I can never get back.

I can go visit them

if I wanted to, though.

Take flowers, clean the stones,

and ask why they had to go.

Why they left me here alone.

I have a heart made of gold.

I know the kind of qualities I hold,

especially my love.

It is unconditional.

But that doesn’t mean

I will always tolerate

someone treating me badly.

I will walk away.

I will leave.

Well—

eventually.

I am tired.

I am tired of being me.

Why do I see souls

instead of faces?

Why am I cursed

to walk this world

alone?

And if not alone,

then hurt.

Maybe this is what I deserve.

I’m not sure what for,

when all I’ve ever wanted

was one person

to be my best friend,

my lover,

my everything.

But I’m too scared

to try

again.