So. ..it’s been about a month since I posted anything.
I’ve been pretending again.
Pretending everything was ok
Pretending I was fine
But it’s not.
Got dumped again tonight. Didn’t really come out of nowhere.
Yesterday we were talking about vacations we wanted to take together. Maybe they were just places she wanted to go?
Looking back at every relationship I’ve ever had, it always comes eventually. It’s something you start to think about.
I’m that person. The one who is the end result. The one who brings the end.
Maybe I should start to rethink myself. Gotta do laundry tomorrow, sadly blood stains don’t come out well.
At one point I had thought about leaving everything behind. Not like I’d be missed.
I took enough sleeping pills, I shouldn’t be awake right now or anytime soon . But apparently it wasn’t enough. Maybe the beer wasn’t enough? I ran out of rum…
I hate being me