I think I made a mistake the biggest mistake of my life.
Figment of my fucking imagination.
All of this.
Everything goes wrong. Every little thing. It’s funny because talking to him, seeing him, hearing his voice would be the highlight of my day. Now any remnants of him sends my heart into knots, and I hate the feeling. Why is it that you said you’d always be there, said you’d always care, and now you’re gone? Why?
Just get up, go out there and do it. Stop thinking it. Stop thinking you’re worthless, stop acting hopeless, stop feeling helpless. Just fucking stop these never-ending stream of thoughts in your fucking head, and just live. It doesn’t have to be this way. Just shut up please, and be happy. Be. Happy.