I guess it takes so much effort for you to ask me how my day went. i guess you have so much things to get caught up on, you can’t talk to me at all. I guess you’re too busy for me, too busy to give a fuck.
You know what?…
No I’m not okay. I’ve never been okay and each day is just like the other. A pain within… pain that eats away at me all the time. A pain that kills me all the time. A void. This horrible feeling that I cannot fucking take anymore. I’m sick of it. I just want to be happy again. I want just to be happy thats it. So no…I’m not “okay”
Texts or calls you unexpectedly, and you get that big smile on your face. Best feeling ever.