I feel like the words “I love you” would come out like a hiccup in your very presence.
of taking a bunch of pills and overdosing comes too often.
Out of nowhere my mind jumps to “hey, I wonder if anyone would care if I just take this entire bottle of pain killers and die?”
I hate myself.
someone is talking to you on IM and says they’ll “be right back”, but never returns. For the rest of the evening they just leave you sitting there waiting on them, and for all you know they’ve already gone to bed.
Or even if I’m not okay, I will be okay.