I miss him. I miss him so much. He was the only fucking person who understood and who CARED. My boyfriends great, but it isn’t the same. I can’t even talk to him.
and just when I’m missing him, he comes back. Like he can feel it. Like he knows. But he can’t come back, I can’t be with him again. He helps but he hurts.
and you know what? Recovery fucking sucks. I don’t have anything that helps the pain I have inside of me anymore.
Someone wrote on my wall saying “You’re fat like a whale” on my wall. They don’t know about my problems, and they were trying to be funny.
Yeah. Real funny.