Be wild, die young and have fun.
Who are you, did you lived your darkness fantasies, did you created a world for yourself where you can experiment them. I did, and I am fucking crazy… But I’m free
Please, anyone. I need help, I feel like dying.. I can’t stand. I can’t tell anyone; theres no one I can trust. So please, if you see this, please, I don’t know what is fucking wrong with me, but don’t let me down, there’s no way I can survive alone..
I don’t know, why things end up this way, or why it can’t be enough, but my point is, I am not happy, I’m not glad to be here, I can’t enjoy all those beautiful things in this world I’m just too fucked over. I try, god don’t tell me i decided to feel this way. I used to be normal, I think, but I got lost. I became someone that’s a stranger to me. Or maybe I’ve been that person all my life I was just too young to notice it. Maybe I’m never going to change, so I don’t see the point of living anymore if its just to exist, I spend the last five years thinking that It will gets better, that I would stop feeling so confused, but that was a joke wasn’t it? I went back to the same place I was before, broken, tired, worthless, lonely.. I don’t see the point why I endured all this pain, if its to come back there. I’m sick of it, something is wrong with me, there’s no way I can be normal. But why? Why do I have to be me.
My mind may have changed through the time, but the feelings I have for you, it grows everyday, I love you more and more. But, it destroys my life
I got tired, to write all those things about you, about the fact that I love you as hell, and that I miss you. You know I got tired to be left apart, not to know how what youre thinking and why you are not fucking texting me. It just that, I don’t see the point anymore, maybe you are a coward too, and that’s too bad because I’m not going to chase you anymore, I’m tired. I’ll keep loving you, oh that is not going to change, it can’t. But to be honest I feel happier the less you are in my life, it was too painful to wait for your texts, I’m in peace now, I love you but I give up, literally.
Its not that life is too hard without you, it’s that it is not worth living without you in it.
I fucked things up, I blamed you but really I was the one who pushed you away. I was so scare, so weak. I’m not asking for forgiveness I’m tired of it, so fucking sick and tired of it. I don’t want to keep pretend I don’t love you, I want to stop loving you. You’re a curse to me, you tear me apart, it hurts. You’ve got no idea how it feels, to love with all your soul, someone who doesn’t love you back.
There’s a reason why things get so fucked up. I guess we were not meant to be together, at less not yet. But I’ I’m not giving up, not as long as you’ won’t tell me you don’t want me to be in your life.