The next person that tries to tell me “love will find you when you least expect it” or “there’s someone out there for you, don’t lose hope” or “you just have to get back out there and try again” or “I have someone you should meet” is getting named in my suicide letter.
one-sided love is not some cute little fairytale the yearning, the overthinking, the false hope you get from the smallest things… it genuinely fucks with your head. it’s a slow poison, and people who haven’t experienced it will never understand
O sentimento exaustivo de ainda amar tanto alguém que já não faz parte da sua vida e ao mesmo tempo tentar todos os dias encontrar uma maneira de seguir em frente.