i’ve spent years building up walls so i wouldn’t be so fucking weak as i used to be. years convincing myself i don’t care about anything. and i really fucking didn’t. anyone could say anything to me and i wouldn’t bat an eyelash. until today. today my ex-bestfriend put me on the verge of a breakdown in front of loads of people. i’ve dealt with so much worse but idk why this time it make my walls come crashing down. fuck you. fuck you for making me realise just how weak i am. fuck you fuck you fuck you. now i remember exactly why i wanted to kill myself. it never gets better.
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“Things change, doesn’t mean it gets better” – Gregory House
looks like a really bad day\week Maisie… wouldn’t You say? : (
do You feel it’s always like that, or is it currently just more intense than usual ?
i’d say more of a bad life to be honest. that’s just how it is..