unhappy unhappy unhappy unhappy unhappy
grim, held back, being a twaaaaaat, not shutting up, not being able to shut up - being me
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thank fuck i’ve got a full pouch.
thank. fuck.
a nice bottle of vodka too.
fun.
a) my appetite would fucking come back
b) i didn’t wake up every morning not wanting to talk for the day
c) things didn’t affect me as much as they do
d) my mum and i were closer
e) the only thing i pour my heart out to is my dog
f) all of this would go away
- read and judge, whatever. i don’t care anymore.
trying to make something work despite how you feel is so, so grim.
i’m determined though, i want this to work. i promised you.
aiusdhiasud it’s so difficult stopping myself from wanting to send you good morning texts and goodnight texts.
the amount of times i want to tell you things i can’t tell you anymore is unreal.
alls i can think about is how grim i’d feel when your alarm would go off.
i want to stay indoors for a long time.
ugh, thinking about it…even if you didn’t speak to your son because you’d fucked up that many times he didn’t want it to happen all over again so says he wanted to cut off all ties he had with you, you’d still wish him a merry christmas or drop off a card or something. but no, none of that happened.
it annoys me that i’d do that but my dad didn’t
