What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.
— but she was
You don't get to comfort me after you fucking hurt me. Why don't you love me? I am never good enough.
Never for you."
not being able to answer simple questions because ur mind goes blank and u dont know who u are
i dont talk anymore. i dont want to. i have nothing to say. i have nothing to contribute to a conversation. words escape me and i dont care that they do. i can go entire days without muttering a word. i just want to be left alone, now.
