I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss you so much words can’t even describe how much I miss you. I wish I could say that things have gotten better since you left. That the spiraling staircase down suddenly started going up. Maybe even reached a plateau. But it hasn’t. At least not yet anyways.
Hands and feet creep me out so much. I’m never going anywhere. I just want to sleep forever. I really wish you would leave me alone. How could you treat me the way you do?
Money doesn’t equal being happy and simply having a place to live doesn’t mean you have a home. I feel terrible for how fortunate and spoiled I am… but I’m still not happy or remotely okay with how I am. I’m crazy, honest to God crazy and my world is tearing apart. The sad thing is, I don’t even have it bad- at all. I’m so lucky to have what I do. So many people have it 34567 times worse. what’s wrong with me? This can’t be normal. I know for a fact that it isn’t.