Sitting in this house alone is killing me, don't you realize that? Didn't you know how much pain you would cause? Why did you have to leave? You knew I was trying. I guess it wasn't good enough for you. I think I was never quite good enough for you.
You haven't reached out to see if I'm okay, and I'm not. I miss you. I hurt in the most miserable way.
Why can't you call? Why can't you send a text? Why can't you stop in?
I feel like you've died. You're gone. Everything is gone. The fucking dog is gone.
I'm alone. I've never felt this alone.
I keep listening to sad songs as they are all I can relate to.
I've been up for 30 hours, perhaps I'm beginning to lose sanity?
The agony stricken lyrics are all that make sense.
Why does this have to hurt so bad?
It's not my fault I'm sick. I tried my best to hold it together for you.
Blame the trauma and abandonment occurring at every stage of my life.
I wanted to be different. I wish I was different.
I'm a mess.
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