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Sounds like this is the end of the line.
Another 3 years of my life down the drain because I keep picking stupid broken girls who say they love me then make me cry and make fun of me for crying and call me a bitch.
Whenever I need you, you're not there. Why the fuck are we dating? It feels like comfort at this point. Definitely isn't love.
You fucking promised me you'd try your best and you fucking broke it in one day you fucking asshole you're a reason I can't trust anyone and why my stress is so bad. Why the fuck don't you care
Why don't you ever try to make me feel better or give me support? You want everyone to fuckin feel bad for your bitch ass. You're a girl everyone asks if youre okay. But 57 people watch my story about how I wanna die and nobody fuckin asks if I'm okay.
Yeah just roll over and go back to sleep instead of seeing if I'm okay. You fuck. You fuckin drive me crazy and you know it and do nothing to change. I hope someone really fucking hurts you one day so you can feel how you make me feel.
I want to love you you fuckin piece of shit but obviously this shit isn't gonna work out.
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“And how does not one single person notice that I’m not okay?”
- the suicide effect
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“The Emerging Kingdom” by Scott Tuckfield
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