Why do we keep writing stories with loose ends? I’m starting to see our edges melt away in the wash. I wanted you to love me, until I did not. You couldn’t seem to remember how, so I too forgot. Look what our overlapping ignorance brought. This is how love rots. Have mercy on our thoughts.

Never stop believing in what you can achieve

I’ll pick up next time

Never give up

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My Battle WîTh Lövès MÁny Facês

When I have suicidal thoughts I’m normally upset that, who I’ve become and who I wish I was are starting to push further apart. It’s like I punish myself by going inside a virtual reality (social media) and helping others continue their fantasy of a perfect life that we both know is far from it. Where my only job is to believe and compare.

No need for fearing the present.

Fearing who I’ll never become Has always been my weapons of choice.

But these are just thoughts,Have MËRCY On Them