If you don’t wanna be with me please tell me, I’m driving myself crazy
The fact that how bad I could’ve possibly screwed up tonight and knowing that I might never hold her hand again kills me. I deserve to feel like shit
I don’t even need to say anything anymore. Just done
The fact that I’m going back down that road again somehow is just making it worse. Yet I hide it and pray that goes away. When there’s a simple way for it to end and I’m just too much of a pussy to do it. Wish someone else can end it for me, whether its a bullet, a car, or a knife, as long as it fucking ends.
The fact that I never feel good enough and like nothing or no one. Lol great
Probably one of the best talks I have had with someone in years
Great, uggghhh fuck my life….
Yet its my fault, cause I annoy them away from me.