The story about how I break my heart & yours
The last thing she sent me was a picture of purple hearts in her eyes. She was so cute it had me in ekstaasi, but her friends were all femcels and told her to leave me. She said goodbye, and I was left in hopelessness. I started disassociating and said she's sick, twisted, and demented. I told her if she left I'd use my kawaii razor blades and id bleed. Because I almost cut myself she called me Mr. Kill Myself and that I need to find Newlove. The next day I was diagnosed as mentallyILL. I tried taking antidepressants but Lexapro doesn't work. However as time passed I slowly got better, and that slowburn feeling, of depression? Well the feeling is gone. The fucking apocalypse is over.