A few crazy thoughts.
-I wish I didn’t have loving parents so it’d be easier for me to kill myself.
– I feel literal murderous hate towards my cheating ex. I feel if I ever met her again, I’d literally kill her. And kill myself after that without a doubt.
– I wish worse and worse things happen to my ex. Not because I hate her, but so that she would need me again. Yes I hate her but… I don’t… Not love her.
But the truth is that she’s doing great. And I’m dying inside every second of every day.
– I still stalk her. I don’t want to. I’m gonna run out of ways to stalk her soon. It’ll be extremely tough because it’ll make be extremely anxious, but I know this is only hurting me and stalking her only makes things worse for me. Not her, in any way.
– To the person below who’s telling everyone to not visit India : I’m sorry you had a bad experience here. I guess you didn’t plan your trip smartly. It’s a s***** country, yeah. But when you look for beauty here, you’ll find it. Next time, if you ever wanna give India another visit, watch Karl Rock on YouTube. He’ll help you plan your trip in a smart way. Also try places less visited, they’re the prettiest.
