I’m not okay right now

I’m


really

not


o

k

a

y

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Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

"

John Mayer (via hefuckin)

(Source: eatsleepjohnmayer, via theroachfacekillaaa)

You
made
me
fall in love
with
you
to
watch
me
die
without you.

Get your facts straight before you make yourself look like a fool.

No one cares unless you’re pretty or dead.

I’ve got one option at this point, and I’m definitely not pretty.

Goodbye.

I can’t take it anymore.

You don’t think I miss you?

You can convince yourself that I never cared, that I never loved you, and that I ruined your life but you know none of that is true. I cared enough to stay around when you were up AND down, so don’t you dare say I didn’t try. I tried more than anyone, and you know that is the cold hard truth. I loved you, I couldn’t let go of you because I wanted to save you. I watched someone I was in love with fall through the cracks of addiction, and I was supposed to sit there and stay strong. No one gave a fuck about how much it hurt me deep down, to do everything I could for you and it still wasn’t enough. I brought you home, for one night. Just one night, to clear my head. I had every intention of picking you up the next morning, I didn’t have plans and it stayed that way. You threatened to hurt yourself because I wanted one night alone. I gave you everything, every single thing I had, and you couldn’t give me the one night of space I asked for. You couldn’t give me enough respect to not threaten to hurt yourself over something so minuscule. We weren’t even arguing beforehand, I just needed time to think. This is the last I’m ever going to write about it because I can’t take it anymore. I forgive you, even though you’ll never say sorry. I hope what I did, does give you the motivation you needed all along. It’s saddening to see it come down to this, but if it’s helping you get sober then I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. I never meant to hurt you.
Goodbye.