Destroy Me

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.
And I’ve fallen.
So hard.
I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it.

these words I write down are the only proof I have that I’m still alive.

Love is a heartless bastard.

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I’ve fallen for her.

And I’ve fallen.

So hard.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

Finding her journal has crippled me. My feelings for her have spiraled out of control. I’ve never been so desperate to see her, to talk to her.

in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.

some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.

I am not myself.

My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

I’m happy to have her close even if it hurts, even if it doesn’t make any sense.