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2009-08-10 16:01:15 (UTC)

A coma might feel better than this.

So I've pretty much just woke up and I feel worse than shit. It's truly amazing, how if you had just like, got in touch with me over the weekend, even just like, a text asking me how I am would of made the world of difference, but you can't even do that. I just hate how we've become now, you were my soulmate, my everything.

I kinda need to see my GP so I'm put back on happy pills, right now things aren't really going very well. I'm constantly finding ways of running away so I don't have to think or feel like this. Anything I can get my hands on to alter my mood, to make me forget about you and the pain
you're causing me. You're so wrapped up in complete bullshit that you just, fuck it.

I used to trust you so much, now all I can wonder is who you fucked this weekend, who's arms you fell asleep in, if we weren't such good friends I think that I'd hate you. If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead.

What the fuck was I thinking?