I Love My Boyfriend But I Can't Stand The Thought Of Being Perceived Or Seen Currently. I Deleted The

i don't wanna speak, I don't wanna do any form of communication, I don't wanna type or write, I don't wanna talk. i don't wanna move. i don't wanna do anything.

again.

again.

again.

i just want to not exist, just wanna lay and rot, just wanna die.

me, putting my pants back on and realizing, oh, I did gain. again.

being online but not responding to anyone

you don't care you don't care you don't care about me. I told you. I told you and you only acknowledge it with a "oh" before changing topics. what's new. nothing's fucking new cause you don't care about me. you'll respond with the same thing if I told you I'll be bleeding out on the bathroom floor tonight.

my thoughts when someone says "I love you" is just

ha ha. no, you don't. you just love the idea and perception of me that I have given you. you don't love me.

came back just to leave again

it's a never ending cycle

and I really couldn't care.

debating to post on my art blog but it's sh art. like, I dunno man, some irl's follow that account.

i have an itch at the back of my throat only a shotgun can scratch

One day everyone will think I’m just offline for awhile but I’ll be gone

i love how I tell him how I'm more suicidal again recently (I hate the 20th/19th of January) and what does that fuck do? "oh..."

and proceeds to forget about it.

man I just don't fucking matter and everyone continually proves it.