"I Wish I Could've Been The Person Child Me Would Want To Be Like."

I really am so alone. I just want to die. I am meaningless. No ome actually cares, so why would I?

Trying to disinfect a pin so i could use it and my dumb ass slides my fingers on the pin and i hear the skin pop. Fuck man

My communist girlfriend is a real psycho….

How in the world did I miss all the red flags?

He doesn't care about my feelings at all. He still texts his ex when hes in front of me but he wont text me in front of his ex. Now, who do you think he actually loves? Me or her? I fucking hate my life. I wish i died when i tried to kill myself in sophomore year. I hate all of this

I guess i really didnt mean that much to him afterall. He never responded and when he finally looked at the messages, it was three hours later even though he told me he was up right after the first message. I guess i just need to let go and not care. Time to camp in my room until i get rid of these feelings. God i hate myself for even trying to be with him. I hate myself for ever even giving him the satisfaction that many girls like him at once. Fuck him and fuck his ex. Now she can stop being so fucking crazy because guess what? Hes yours. You got what you wanted.

I'm so tired.

He said he loved me during the night. I said are you sure. He said yes.

I dont know how to deal with it. I'm afraid that I love him too.

I talked to him about it. He said that the reason why he doesnt ext me when they're hanging out is because she'll get mad and start something. Okay hold up. First off, she's an ex for a reason. Secondly, do you not think I'll get a little pissed off if you're talking to her in front of me? Cause oh boy you got that wrong. I dont want to control who he talks to because it is his life, but I just don't want them getting back together.

He told me because she's slowly changing that there might be a chance with them. I brought it up later that day and he said that there would be no chance because he loves me. What the fuck. Make up your mind now. I don't want to feel used. I don't want to feel like a whore. I don't want to feel like I'm just trash.

I wish he would stumble upon this one day and realises it's me typing. Maybe he'd be able to understand what goes through my head.

He doesn’t care about my feelings at all. He still texts his ex when hes in front of me but he wont text me in front of his ex. Now, who do you think he actually loves? Me or her? I fucking hate my life. I wish i died when i tried to kill myself in sophomore year. I hate all of this

He just wants to be friends. Thats okay. Not like i loved you anything HAHA. After all we did too? Damn. I might cut too deep tonight.

How many potatoes does it take to kill an Irishman?

None

I fucking got triggered into a depressive episode when i watched pitch perfect for the first time last night. Seeing the two main characters not talk to eachother because of a fight is one of my biggest fears with me and the few people i do talk to. I hate myself lmao