Loved to the point of realizing the best thing you can do for them is let them go, they deserve better, to be happier, things you were not capable of doing. Then comes the regret and the deep wound you left on yourself. Because you wanted them for yourself.
I have so much suppressed. I don’t have anyone to talk to. I don’t have anywhere to go. I don’t have anyone to tell about my day. Anyone to belong to. I feel so fucking alone. So unwanted. Not necessary. I fucking hate myself.