Stop looking at me. Stop talking to me. Stop touching me. Stop sitting at my goddamn lunch table. Stop calling me your friend.
I’m not your friend. I don’t know what we are but I’ll never be your friend again. You’re alone in this world because you push people away. The way you pushed me away.
This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me out? Okay, here, I’m giving you what you want. Like always. I’m doing this for you. No, you know what?…
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fucking fuck you. I’m doing this for me because I deserve this.
I’ll act like I don’t know you because honestly, this person you’ve become - I don’t know who you are. And honestly, I don’t give a damn to even try and get to know you anymore.
Rot in hell - it’s where you belong, babe.
I loved you. Loved you enough to go to hell and back for you. But not anymore. This isn’t love. This is pure pain and agony and heartbreak. And I’m done with it.
Fucking done with it.
I’m erasing you messages, your number, your pictures, your face from my memory. I’m erasing you.
Fuck you. Bye. •
-hate, the girl you’ll never know again
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry