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- Aug 4, 2018
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I had to leave the club because I was pretty much inconsolable.
I feel unfixable. Had a cuddle with my friend who had to take me from the club to his place, because he lived nearby and I couldn't be around people because they'd try to cheer me up and I just cried harder.
I really like that girl. She was holding my hand. Why did that cunt have to get in the way and make me feel like a month of getting to know her and kiss her was all for nothing? And then he has the nerve to try to add me on FB. I know this sounds super petty, but noone fucking wants me right now and I thought she might like me. I'm a diseased piece of shit and she doesn't know that and I thought she might want to get to know me. But he had his arm around her and I couldn't fight. I didn't have the energy. And clearly she didn't give a shit. She had a great time. She might even still be out now. I don't care. Well. I do because I'm writing about it. I'm hurt.
I feel unwanted and misunderstood. He knows I want to die. He says it's the 'illness' talking, but I know it's just my brain and it's something innate that won't change. I need to end. I know I need to stop breathing because all it does is hurt.
I'm so upset.
I feel unfixable. Had a cuddle with my friend who had to take me from the club to his place, because he lived nearby and I couldn't be around people because they'd try to cheer me up and I just cried harder.
I really like that girl. She was holding my hand. Why did that cunt have to get in the way and make me feel like a month of getting to know her and kiss her was all for nothing? And then he has the nerve to try to add me on FB. I know this sounds super petty, but noone fucking wants me right now and I thought she might like me. I'm a diseased piece of shit and she doesn't know that and I thought she might want to get to know me. But he had his arm around her and I couldn't fight. I didn't have the energy. And clearly she didn't give a shit. She had a great time. She might even still be out now. I don't care. Well. I do because I'm writing about it. I'm hurt.
I feel unwanted and misunderstood. He knows I want to die. He says it's the 'illness' talking, but I know it's just my brain and it's something innate that won't change. I need to end. I know I need to stop breathing because all it does is hurt.
I'm so upset.