This. All of this. I resolutely concur. Every day I think about someone, I look for that someone, sometimes I even imagine them walking beside me. Isn’t that crazy? A break-up so total, so overwhelmingly in their favour, you have to pretend like they’re dead so you don’t poisonously loathe yourself into burying every conversation in bleak rhetoric>>7683901
But when you’re leading a room full of people who convince themselves that they’re leaders, who follows?
You’re not the bad guy, you got luck’s deft mood swing.>>7683897
Then go after them or let them squirrel away with you to some dust-bitten corner with poor lighting and too much visual stimuli in the way - or don’t.
Every single day I think about the easiest, most painless and instant way to end myself. No more consciousness, no more drug-&-religion warring, no more weeks and weeks of wading through thousands of depressive reminders that my life is just sad and I should die.. What if this person you found yourself liking thought the thoughts you just read? I’m sad to say that it is humanity’s curse that a soul never appreciates what little good comprises their life. Before long, that good disappears and all that’s left is the slow, hellish descent into thorough break down.
Keep your significant other, anon. Or, better yet, as dodgy as the chat might be, suggest to that person you care about that you’re infrequently considering other people in an intimate capacity.
My life would be drastically more pleasant and I healthier if I had just opened my mouth and jawed a few honest words earlier on in my life, for cryin’ out loud..