Same
me snapping out of a depressive episode, trying to clean up the mess
I’m tired of waiting for you. You have no idea of the pain, suffering, agony it causes. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day. And you don’t come back. And it probably won’t ever happen. Yet I still cling to that small sparkle of hope. Why is living without you, without hearing from you, without talking to you, so hard?
I just want to dedicate my everything to you and have my own person
Please don’t leave me again. I don’t want to just go through the motions again.
I constantly push the pain down of knowing you’ll never love me as deeply and fervently as I love you.
Is it too much to ask for to be everything to you?