- Fuck you.
- Thank you for letting me feel love again, even if it was brief.
- Fuck you, again.
- I’m not sure when you stopped loving me, but I imagine it was soon after you met me, but you felt like you were “in too deep to turn back now”.
- You said I live a chaotic lifestyle. Well, newsflash honey, depression is rarely organised.
- I still love you. So, fuck you.
- Thank you for proving to me that I shouldn’t trust anyone.
- I miss the little things. The arguments over tea towels, the way you look at me funny when I say something strange. But I know that’s gone now.
- I’m sorry I wasn’t enough.
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December 18th, 2020 10:13
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