Thought a lot about dying today. Thought a lot about the past.
Not sure where I stand on the future.
Still thinking about dying. About life ending when I was last the happiest. I’m lost.

I hate today. I’m stressed. I just wanna be pushed up against a wall and kissed like my lips are the source of life. I just want a release…

Sometimes the fest of what you did to me, happening again, is what hinders me from moving forward with anyone else… I just can’t summon the courage to tell someone I have feelings for them, or to act on them. Because after what happened with you, I feel like the weight of the pain of the negative outcome isn’t worth the few moments of happiness I’ll get with anyone.