I haven’t been in love with many people. The person I loved now looks back at our entire relationship like you do an embarrassing story that kills at parties. I’m a joke. Always have been. 

My other Ex only reaches out when they are extremely unwell and manipulates me by exploiting my loneliness that I have a hard time hiding when people get too close. 

I’m a pathetic fucking joke to everyone in my life. I will never be taken seriously or loved by someone who is in their right mind. 

There’s no point in letting anyone in anymore. 

I would have jumped in front of the train on my way home from work tonight if I didn’t think about my amazing cat that I had waiting at home. 

I don’t think I’ll live to see 30. I don’t even think I want to honestly