I’m not allowed to die and I’m suppose to smile and not be sad and you still love me and it makes you sad when I don’t talk to you. Yet when we talked on the phone you’d always text her. Yet you can’t even bother to text me when on the phone. Everything else says you don’t care. That you’re just trying to make me feel happy before you just rip it all the way out.
And how do you expect me to believe there’s still a chance when you seem so much happier without me…
And why do I send anon things when I know what I will see and when I know it will just make me feel worse? I’m a wreck right now. Sorry followers.
You just know you hate them for it even though you probably shouldn’t. You don’t even know them. They could be an awesome person. But no matter how hard you try, you hate them still.
But between my body hurting and coughing and thinking about stuff its pretty hard. Work is going to suck.