I am blessed .🌱
I feel so disappointed, disconnected and discouraged in myself.
How did I end up here?
I wish I had my pills still.
Sometimes I wish you were on ❄️☃️ so you’d touch me and give me the amount of attention you do when your on it.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
All of this is temporary.
You really could be everything for someone and they will still look the other way.
Sometimes I wish I would’ve died in my first total and brutal car crash.
I feel everything so deeply. I feel when someone genuinely doesn’t care but they do stuff any way for me it’s almost like out of pity or they feel like they don’t have a choice.
I hate when I get stuff rubbed in my face, if you’re going to do a act of kindness DONT EVER MENTION IT OR BRING UP THAT YOU DID it!!!! So many people do this to me. If I knew that then I wouldn’t have accepted it!
Why do I have to beg for you attention? Then get met with irritation bc I asked?! You’re on your phone all day!!!!
…
Praying you’ll come home to me and strip off my clothes and kiss my body all over.
Praying for a peaceful ebb and flow.
I’m a lot. 🥺
This is so stupid. I hate feeling this way. I hate feeling like I’m not a priority or thought.
I feel like your plans are based on a single person, what a single person would do.
I always think of you in what I do and it’s like I can’t even get that reciprocated back without it being a thing or me mentioning it. It’s not natural.
How do you expect me to have sex with you when jack off a million times. To random fucking girls. Who are all probably underage but you wouldn’t know. How is that supposed to make me feel secure about myself when you’re seeking other women’s bodies and actions. You’re so cruel to my heart in this way. I stress it so much and yet you can’t even wait for me to come to have sex. I constantly beg you too and I always want to and you just… I feel so sad.