It's time to confess that I don't think I'm beautiful. Beauty is not just physical. It's about the mind and soul as well. I've been told I'm attractive enough to confess it as true. Yet, beauty I do not see. I find myself disgusting. Nobody beautiful could have ever done the things I have. Could have lost the love of their life.
It's time to confess my sleepless nights are caused by him. I can't sleep without somebody next to me. Without pretending that he is holding me as he snores relentlessly.
It's time to confess I've started drinking again. More like a lot of drinking again. The alcoholic side of me is raging back out. Because I can't handle my life. I prefer the dulled version that burning drink creates.
It's time to confess I do feel emotions. I feel so much that I am numb. That I feel like I'm dying I'm so overwhelmed. Yet it's not your average emotions I feel.
It's time to confess I don't feel affection. I know I love my friends. I know I love my family. But it feels like a fabricated lie when I say it or even think it. All I feel is pain. Crushing. Killing. Pain.
It's time to confess that he is the only person I can say I love and believe it.
It's time to confess I have no desire for anyone because they're not him. It's been months and nobody compares. He is apart of me. Everyone says I could have better. Granted couldn't we all? It's not about having the smartest, richest, hottest, sweetest guy. It's about having the one who makes your heart melt. The one who could never break you.
It's time to confess that I don't want to move on. I have hope he will come back. He will be him again. Even if that won't be with me... I just hope it will.
I confess I'm suffocating without him. The pain is too much to bear. I'm losing my ****.
I confess that I lie to much to my family. About partying and other not allowed things. Hide to much from my friends. Because I'm tired of how tired they are that all my problems revolve back to him. Though I can't blame them.
I confess I'm still heartbroken over my baby. And I hate my mom for cheating and divorcing my dad for a guy I only pretend to like.
I confess that I live every moment in the past. Use my friends as a way to dull the pain I constantly feel. Use them so I almost feel okay. Yet I'm still even then stuck. Being heartbroken by the good memories. Feeling sick from the bad.