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YOU ARE AN IDIOT. no i'm not. YES YOU ARE. YOU LOST HIM. IT'S YOUR FAULT. i said sorry. SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT. BAND-AIDS AREN'T FOR BULLETS. i just didn't want him to get hurt. i was trying to help. YEAH? WELL, LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU. what do you mean? HONEY, YOU ARE BROKEN AND ALONE, AFRAID OF YOURSELF. i know i messed up, okay? i just want to fix this. all of it. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. HE WON'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU. i didn't ask to love him, okay? i didn't ask for any of my emotions, and yet here i stand, stuck with you. DON'T YOU DARE TURN THIS ON ME. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO RUINED EVERYTHING. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO DOES IT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU ARE. just leave me alone. please. YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT. YOU DESERVE THIS AFTER WHAT YOU DID. i know. i could just make you stop. HOW? the same way i could just make everything stop. YOU DON'T POSSESS THAT POWER. wanna bet? goodbye. crash
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
Talking To Myself (About Why You Left)
YOU ARE AN IDIOT. no i'm not. YES YOU ARE. YOU LOST HIM. IT'S YOUR FAULT. i said sorry. SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT. BAND-AIDS AREN'T FOR BULLETS. i just didn't want him to get hurt. i was trying to help. YEAH? WELL, LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU. what do you mean? HONEY, YOU ARE BROKEN AND ALONE, AFRAID OF YOURSELF. i know i messed up, okay? i just want to fix this. all of it. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. HE WON'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU. i didn't ask to love him, okay? i didn't ask for any of my emotions, and yet here i stand, stuck with you. DON'T YOU DARE TURN THIS ON ME. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO RUINED EVERYTHING. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO DOES IT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU ARE. just leave me alone. please. YOU KNOW I CAN'T DO THAT. YOU DESERVE THIS AFTER WHAT YOU DID. i know. i could just make you stop. HOW? the same way i could just make everything stop. YOU DON'T POSSESS THAT POWER. wanna bet? goodbye. crash
Just the words that haunt me. Caps are my inner thoughts. Lowercase are my outer thoughts. I haven't pulled the trigger yet, and I probably never will. But the thought remains, day and night. All the time. I'm already dead inside. Outside doesn't seem half bad by comparison. Oh well.
salemereid
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salemereid
20/F/FL
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
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