I fucking hate you.
My mom made me coffee
She put it in the pug mug Audra gave me
I can’t stop crying
Looking at how I’m taking this compared to the incident with Anthony over 3 years ago, I’ve come a long way as far as doing things to land myself in the hospital goes.
I guess it’s time to go back to therapy now. I can’t afford to do something stupid again.
I wish I was good enough. Wish I could’ve been the one to take your hand and slip a ring onto it. Wish we could’ve grown old together. I’m lost, I don’t know what I’m doing, I want to give up, but I can’t, because there’s this stupid fucking hope you’d regret your decision and take me back, but I know better. I know you’ve moved on. I wish I could.