Holy shit. Idk what headspace I’ve been in for the past few months but it needs to change…now. I’m not stepping into a bikini until I lose at least 30 pounds. Fuck
I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
I’m tired of fucking fighting.
I’m sick of being sick.
My darling, please just let me go
I can’t hold on much longer
My light has slowly burnt out
I’m so sorry I’m not stronger
In all my eighteen years of life
I haven’t lived at all
I’ve fought this war for much too long
Please don’t lift me when I fall
My heart is (and will always be)
Forever yours to keep
Please know I’m never really gone
I’ll visit in your sleep
I know how strong you truly are
You’ll do just fine without me
And with these last few words I’ll say
My darling, I love you dearly.
Lolol isn’t it hilarious that the only time I’m happy is when I’m intoxicated lolol I think it’s pretty fucking funny.