SomeEdgeLörd
Member
- Jul 19, 2021
- 15
I loved her more than anything in this world, more than myself. Now I'm afraid I'll never be able to love someone like that again, because I don't know if anything will ever be like that. How terrified this makes me. I wake up in the morning shaking thinking about her, it takes me hours to sleep because I can't stop thinking about her. To tell you the truth, I'm trying to convince myself that this is all just Borderline talking louder, but even if that were the case it wouldn't make anything better, because it would mean that my purest, most sublime feeling was actually just a symptom of mental disease. I've never liked myself, in fact I'm one of only 3 people for whom I have a blind and visceral hatred. I don't care if I die tomorrow morning, I don't have the willpower to try to be better for myself. When I was with her I wanted to be the best person in the world, not for me, for her. The world wasn't gray with her, the days weren't torture, and I experienced happiness for the first time in many years. Pure, untainted happiness, which is very different from simple contentment. I don't even know why I'm writing this, I just didn't want it all to die with me.