Lowest point of my life
I still eat chicken nuggets and fries, I still cry like a huge baby, I still want hugs and cuddles, I need a job, I need a car, I have to be an adult, I got a new phone, I can’t use this one, I can’t go on the cruise. I still miss my ex, I still love him. I still want him to hold me and tell me everything will be okay. But I know it’s just not reality. He will hold me and tell me everything will be okay, he will kiss me and take care of me. But he will also be angry too. Maybe I should give him my phone and let him go through it. With that I’ll lose everything. Because at the end of the day when I lay on his chest everything feels alright. And now he’s going to jail for god knows how long. And nobody wants me to be with him but nobody wants to fucking love me either.