We don’t love each other. I don’t love you and you don’t love me. We can’t love each other and treat each other the way we do. We are awful together and bring out the worst parts of ourselves.
Everyday I wake up hating myself and my decisions more and more I can’t look at myself in the mirror I come home and I’m miserable I go to work and I’m miserable I wish I could go back I’ve wasted my life and I have nothing of any good to show for it I’m too stupid to help myself
I love when someone I barely talk to has me in their close friends on IG because I never know how I made the cut, but okay okay. Your secret is safe with me, bestie.