Fuck.

(HahahahahAHHHHHHHH… Hope you have a wonderful day.)

I can’t help but

Feel at sense of time

Tick

Ticking away.

I love you

And

You say you love me.

But how can that be?

I am undeserving.

I think

Your growing tired

Of me…

If you are…,

Please don’t pretend.

Please don’t break yourself

By living a lie.

Please,

I’d rather you break me!

I can’t help but wonder…

Am I losing you?

I don’t know anymore.

I don’t know.

Do you hate me?

Do you hate me?

Please, answer honestly!

I don’t care if I bleed.

Do you want to leave?

If you want to leave,

Don’t keep pretending.

Don’t break yourself for me.

If you want to leave,

It’s fine.

I get it.

I’m tired of my whining too.

If you want to leave.

Please don’t pretend for me.

Please don’t try to protect me.

I feel like I’m losing

You.

I don’t know…

I feel like I don’t know the real you.

No!

I mean, I know you

But

I don’t know you.

If you want to leave,

I’m not going to stop you.

I don’t know.

…

Please don’t leave.

I love you.

…

I am getting worse aren’t I?

I’m relapsing, fuck…

Do you… hate me…?

* Ik she loves me and I love her back, I love her with my whole soul. But I can’t help but wonder and worry, what if she doesn’t love me truly. What if she’s tired of me, tired of my depressing ass thoughts. What if she hates me. I mean, I wouldn’t blame her, that would be hypocritical (I DONT HATE HER IT WOULD BE HYPOCRITICAL CUZ I HATE MYSELF. I DONT HATE HERRR) Fuck, I sound like an annoying ass bitch right now. I’m scared she’ll leave… Fuck me and my fucked up head*