i really don’t know how much longer i can do this you know, this whole ‘life’ thing i’m barely living as it is self-loathing day in and day out i barely eat and when i do i just try to bring it back up i rarely sleep and the only way my eyes can close is when they’re swollen and puffy from the hysterical tears i shed into my torn up pillow
i know for a fact that you can’t possibly put up with me for much longer one day you’ll be at the end of your rope and you’ll use it to escape this dysfunctional ‘life’ you’re sharing with me so you don’t have to ever waste your time thinking about me again or ever have to waste your breath on me to utter that three-worded lie: "i love you"
i’m sorry for being me i’m sorry for crying all the time and for making you uncomfortable with my constant tears and tantrums i’m sorry for the scars on my arm that don’t fade and for the mental ones in my mind that might not ever i’m sorry for doing everything the wrong way and i’m sorry you fell in love with me you deserve a good life with a good woman and you have neither with me in the picture all i seem to be able to do is make you upset or make you angry at yourself please don’t hit yourself again, darling i saw you that one time when you were in the shower i know it’s hard being with me but please don’t take it out on yourself
it’s my own fault i’m like this and i don’t expect you to fix me i’ve been broken far too many times and for far too long to ever be put back together again i’m sorry for being difficult and unmanageable but i can’t help but feel responsible for all your pain i’m sorry i do this to you time and time again i’m sorry i make you happy one day only to make you cry the next i’m sorry i can’t be beautiful and happy like the other girls i’m sorry for being sorry i know you hate that i guess i just **** up so regularly that apologizing has become the one (and only) thing i’m truly good at