Nobody will ever love you quite the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.
So more work I’ve done
i think, every day i wake up in hope that something just pushes me so far over the edge that i just spontaneously kill myself out of pure sadness or anger.
because i haven’t quite reached that yet. i’m still too scared too do it. and i guess i’ve given up on everything else… so i’m just waiting… waiting for that final push over the edge…