I’m not in love with my fiance. I’m in love with a man who will never talk to me again, and I think about him every day.
i wish i could find another lonely suicidal guy around my age that i could give affection to and die together the same night
I’m so tired of crying inside. Not only tired but drained. But at some point tomorrow the crying resumes. The mysteries are what causes it and when. I’ll exhale and keep a calm expression. If someone asks how I am, I’ll respond with the usual answer. I’m okay.
