i think he’s gone.
it’s been over a week since i’ve heard from him. he’s opened my messages and viewed my posts. but no word.
i knew it was coming, i guess. but i didn’t want to believe it. he told me he wanted me to meet his family when this was all over. he checked in on my self-harm progress. he let me think he cared.
i truly believe silence, when paired with a consciousness as warped as my own, is the cruelest thing in existence. it’s heartless, and brutal, and inescapable, until it is broken.
but silence without consciousness? that is a beautiful thing. that is peace. […]