"It get's better" they keep telling me.
WHEN ?
When the hell will it get better?
Some days I think it is better. I think that the thought of him isn't so harmful.
But some days I just wanna lay down in bed and cry about everything.
I never want to feel this pain again in my life.
When will the thought of him not want to make me throw up.
I hate him.
When will he come back?
When will he make me happy again...
I hate him.
everything about him and what he has done to me.
I hate everything.