I can’t live like this.
I can’t go on.
Our love , destroyed me.
I don’t want to live without you. I don’t want to know a greater happiness then what I had with you. If I can’t be with you, I don’t want to be with myself.

I’ve always been a failure.
To my friends my family my coworkers to myself. I am a self destructive mess. I haven’t been happy. Love is my ******. It kills me each second of every minute of every hour in everyday. I want to be cremated and planted into a bush of roses, and then spread across the coastline of some of my favorite beaches. Mitchell Cove, In Morro bay where we used to play as children with my parents. All of my parents.
Im sorry I wasn’t stronger.
Wasn’t Prettier.
Wasn’t Smarter.
Wasn’t Kinder.