Me- “So, should I ever expect anything”?

Her- “Probably not”.

I wanted to fucking die right there. I love her and I hate that I fucked up. Time is a bitch.

I want to die.

I love you.

I hate myself. I hate your attitude but it’s my fault. You’ll come around. I love you. You love you. You’re trying to hurt me. You’re doing a great job of that, I assure you. I love you. I hate me. I understand why you hate me.

I want to die.

I’ve said this many a time, but I don’t feel it to be any more true than now. Looking at what I’ve done and what I’m destined to do, on top of what I did to you, I deserve to die and I don’t deserve for you to even respond to anything I say to you.

I.

Want.

to.

die.

If you care you can read this. I don’t really care.

I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry I’m an asshole. I’m sorry for the time. I’ve lost you and I’ve lost myself. I have no direction. I have no one. I am no one. I’m existing in space, but nothing else. I dream about you, and I wake up sobbing. I’m the biggest asshole I know. I want to die. All I want is to be in your life again. I want to see you. I want you to not hate me. I want to know how you’re doing. I want to know who you’re falling in and out of love with, even if it’s me. Because I love you and I want you to be happy. I just can’t stand living alone anymore.

I want to die.

It’s actually retarded. What the fuck do I do on here?