In truth, I stopped caring about life and everything in it so long ago. I'm not sure when it happened honestly. But at this point in time, I can't

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In truth, I stopped caring about life and everything in it so long ago. I’m not sure when it happened honestly. But at this point in time, I can’t properly identify fun or happiness anymore.

If I were to use one word describe the feeling of each passing day, that word would be “rotting”. That’s all I’m doing in actuality. Rotting. I gave up on my hopes, my dreams, and any idea of changing this. I’ve thought about killing myself each and every day for the past 8 years. It’s just an endless feeling. I’m 31 now and can’t wait for it to all be over. I don’t want to deal with anything anymore.

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You pulling back through way you have is just the proof I needed that no one will ever truly want me forever.
Even you, can just walk away without caring.
Even you can just be happy without even knowing how I am.
Even you.
If you want to know how I am. I’ll put it here…
I’m lonely, I feel useless, I feel like thrown away garbage, I feel like the biggest idiot in the world for thinking you ever actually cared, I feel heartbroken, I feel guilty, I feel like I missed out on my real life fairy tale because you were always supposed to be my prince but as it turns out I’m not a princess so a prince would never want me.
I feel simply dumb.
I know that the next time you make time for me I’ll be there waiting just like the f****** idiot i am.
You’ll give me that little glimpse of hope just to jerk it back away with silence and distance.