>>6582
Is it better to have loved than not at all?

I miss my ex too and that's how I feel soemtimes. It sucks knowing she has moved on and you sit here thinking about her and you can't really help it. You just move on with your day and thoughts come back and forth.

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>>6582
Hello. Is it me you're looking for?

I loved you. You were everything to me. And then you changed.

Bipolar.
Psychotic.
Drug addict.

I don't care. I still want you more than anyone else.

Now what do I do? I put everything into you. My whole life I just wanted our love.

No one will ever understand. They'll just think I'm crazy. For the rest of my life I will have to carry these memories with me that I have to hide from the rest of the world.

Who am I anymore?
How do I move on?

I don't want to kill myself. But I don't want to be here anymore, either.

I wish someone would hurt me. Punch me, cut me, make me bleed. Let me have some wound that people can understand. "Oh that poor sucker, he lost his leg."

Now I just look like a whiny faggot. I am ruined.

And the worst part was that... it was never going to work out. I just got myself addicted to the most powerful drug in the world and then had it cut off cold turkey, while you had fun throwing your meds and using real hard drugs and changing everything about yourself. You were in psych ward after jail after psych ward and you loved it all.

I want to die. Why won't the world kill itself so I don't have to?

I'd be angry if I wasn't depressed.
I'd be depressed if I wasn't lost.
I'd be lost if I knew who I was anymore.

This is very scary. Nothing exists for me anymore. I could do anything, but there's no point to. I'm tired.

I would sleep forever... but it's of her I dream. I can't escape this hell.

I don't even know what I did. But I'm sorry. You lied to me and hurt me but I'm still sorry.

Holding you in my arms. Fucking you until you came. Feeling you grab onto me like a junkie needing her fix. It was how I felt too. And now it's gone. Our child... our dreams... it's like you died, but you still send me crazy messages once in a while to let me know you're still there, and what we once had is lost forever.

Everything I've experienced in my life should be illegal.

This place is like a time capsule
Everything I posted from another era, is here frozen in cyberspace
A footprint I left behind
The rest has changed but this feels still
How cold it feels, how empty
But I miss it

These women don't give a fuck OP.
You can love them and love them and love them and they will just take advantage of you and leave you the second chad or whoever comes around who is slightly more advantageous to their aims.

>>7090
Acting like men wouldn't bounce if Stacy came along? Stop worrying about "Chad" like a fucking faggot already.

>>7185
Cope, whataboutism.

>>7186
The only one coping here's you, chump. Can't wait till you -cel types finally turn into worm food.