I don't regret anything. However, hindsight being 20/20, I almost wish I had never sent the first message, as much as I value the friendship. The life is being sucked out of me a little more every day and I can't stop it. The last time this happened, I almost died, and I came out with quite a few new scars on my arm.
The really fucked up thing is that I don't even think I'm in love in the conventional sense... maybe somewhere in limbo, but not there.
I feel like a fucking waste of oxygen. There are people and animals much better than I that deserve it far more. Maybe I'll just hold my breath until I have that off my conscience.
The really fucked up thing is that I don't even think I'm in love in the conventional sense... maybe somewhere in limbo, but not there.
I feel like a fucking waste of oxygen. There are people and animals much better than I that deserve it far more. Maybe I'll just hold my breath until I have that off my conscience.