those five words

I wish I were dead

anxiety, sleep, repeat

Lately, I feel like crawling out of my own skin. I’m so exhausted of the same faces and set of scenery I see everyday. I feel like my suffering is an ever-growing cycle, like I’m being set up for a tragic ending. I was made for you. Just for you, so you can use me as an experiment; how much can one person tolerate? When you see me like this, isn’t it clear that I can’t tolerate anymore? Sometimes I just feel like it’s my time. When it’s my time, it’s also yours. When I die, you die with me. What will you do once I’m gone and you have nothing to play with anymore? Will you see what you have done?

why?

I hate asking why and getting 5 messages explaining


- Crystal

meaningless

i felt like you took a piece of me with you when you left all those times. i wonder sometimes, how could a person have such control over my emotions? drug abuse, depression, i've been through shit that really could have killed me, and i'm still struggling with those problems. but it doesn't matter to you, right? i'm such a fucked up girl, you knew all i wanted was someone to care. what a manipulator you are, sir. if destroying me was your plan, congrats, you have succeeded.