Why am I feeling like this? Why can’t I just stop thinking? I just want to sleep more than 20 minutes at the time.
I got to the bar, sitting, having a drink with the girls, I felt a shadow behind him and just looked at the back of his head.
I got in the bar, he went outside, got my drink went outside and he got back in, I got in and he went out again.
I was standing at the bar with my friends and he just looked at me with sufficiency. I had to fight the tears from coming down. I got home and I texted him, to please pass by. I just needed to know he was alright and was feeling better but he got back to me saying he was going home. Lies. Always lies. He last accessed WA at 3 am. He was out banging someone else. I know it. I could feel it. I hate life. So I blocked him everywhere and then texted him. I told him I was in bed hating myself while he was outside happily shagging. I thought I had no more tears but I was wrong. That the only thing that matter to me was his happiness.
He’ll never get it. He could have take anything from me. I just wanted him to be happy. I wanted to make him happy. I hate life.