It’s bad..I feel stupid, redundant & I’m an outcast. Nothing’s going right & it only gets worse. Doesn’t matter if I’m sick, doesn’t matter if I feel like shit, doesn’t matter if my chest feels heavy & I need to make an effort just to breathe. I deserve it.

Do you think maybe, married people don’t need & don’t treasure friends so much? That 1 single mistake you make, automatically strikes you off the list. That the difference in treatments after that are crystal clear.

I think I’m beginning to turn in again. I like being alone sometimes. More like I have to get used to being alone because no one’s gonna bother. Always have to depend on yourself. I keep reminding myself.

Ever felt the blade against your skin? It’s nice, it’s sharp. It makes me smile. Think about all the ‘what if’s.. It’s SO true that people always take things for granted until it gone. Then in comes the regret. What’s the use?