Damn right. I stuck around way to long for a person who straight up didn't care how he hurt me. Like a damn doormat. No matter what he said, he never changed and he never will. He doesn't even think he's done anything wrong.....
My problem isn't that my favorite characters aren't real, it's that I'm not fictional. I don't want them to be real, what I desperately wish is that I could be fictional with them. I don't want them here with me in this mundane and ordinary world. It's that I want to join them in their extraordinary one. (This is the truest thing)
I was slowly getting over him and the words that he had spoken then taken back. But then he said them again and this time it felt different than before. Yet you took them back again and now I'm right back on the floor with tears and pain tearing me apart. Once again wishing you weren't so afraid to let me in. But fear distorts everything and you can't see what I see because it's easier to walk away than to risk it all when there's a chance of pain.
I wish more people would remember this. The amount of people I saw spreading the world about suicide awareness day on twitter ect who usually call suicide selfish shocked me. People need to remember that awareness about suicide shouldn't just be remembered on one day.