this was my life. thursday holding me and angel. weeks before discarding me in exchange for sarah, semiopath, who she'd been seeing on the side. we went upstairs this night, and for the first time ever, she hid her phone screen from me.
i loved this person with all of my heart. it was the closest thing i ever had to a real relationship. i let her use me because i thought maybe...if i was useful enough to her over enough time, she would love me back. that day never came. she just found someone better.
my girls, my project, my life. gone. its ok. it's going to be ok.
my sweet angel. i put her to sleep last september.
angel gone, im dead to Thursday—who already found someone else before leaving my bed. discarded and erased me, refused to acknowledge my existence or the damage done. im too far broken now. therapy didnt work and with nothing left to live for, im ready to kill myself. i still love you thirsty. im ok