It is so easy to pretend that my life isn’t falling apart.
Its so easy to pretend that everything is ok when no one even bothers to check.
Its so easy to do what I’ve done this morning. To sit on the bed, crying quietly, missed insulin dose, missed breakfast, just wanting everything to fucking stop. I just want it all to stop.
Its just so easy to stay living in a place that you were raped in, that’s what everyone thinks. Apparently I’m hard to talk to, and it’s so way for everyone to not even try.
I just give up. I just give up.