Why can’t you just fucking understand that I have a serious problem with depression? Some days I feel like I could take on the world and I’m happy as hell. But days like today, I feel like if I died I would be better off. No one really gives a fuck except the only friend I have, and no, that’s not enough to keep me here, sadly. You’re supposed to be my husband one day and I can’t even share this shit with you. Some days I feel like you love me more than anything. But on days like today, I feel like you couldn’t give a shit less about me. I really need help. I really need someone to act like they love me all the time instead of only when they’re really fucked up. Why can’t that be you? Do you really not love me as much as I used to think? I wish I would just fade away into nothing so I can go be with my dad and my grandmother. This life isn’t worth fucking living anymore.
I’m so tired of hiding from you. But you don’t want to know who I really am.
Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???