Sometimes I feel so guilty that I stop myself from being happy around someone who wants to make me happy… It’s like because they aren’t you I just don’t want to. Silly logic because who left who but mentally I’m stuck in summer of 2013 I’ll catch up to reality soon.
I’m so tired of being this way. I’m so sad and I just don’t see the point in talking or breathing and god you don’t even fucking care and you said you’d always care. I hate you. No no I don’t I love you.. I fucking love you and I hate myself for that.