• And from now on, I’ll act like I don’t know you. I promise you I won’t make anymore eye contact, I won’t look at you, I won’t try and memorize what clothes you’re wearing anymore. I won’t try to capture your attention anymore, I won’t talk loudly just so you can hear me and then join in on the conversation. It’s done, over. I’m fucking done with you and what you put me through. Go back to ignoring me like you were before, won’t you? I was better off that way.
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
― i don’t ever want to see your face again (via itzonlyyoubabe)
When you needed me, I was there. When I needed you, you didn’t care. When you were sad, I cheered you up.When I was sad, you were fed up. I made you laugh, you made me cry. Because of you I wanted to die. To you it was all fun and games.. To me it was like living in chains. When you were angry, I let you yell.When I was angry, you put me through hell. So I turned and promised I’d never be back. I got sick of all the swearing and of the mask that I been wearing. I was sick of all your lies and all of the pain only visible in my eyes. So it’s time to face this world alone. It’s time for me to return home. Because of the scars no one could see. Because while I fixed you, you broke me..
― (via itsannaliousbabe)
The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.
― Mark Twain (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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thecompanionsdoctor:

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

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