I thought St. Patrick’s day of 2017 was horrible. Turns out it was today. Today he has gone. Left the keys and took all of his stuff. I fought like my life was on the line. I showed him every part of me.. and my nightmares was true. I showed him this. This stupid fucking thing that I write. I showed him my scars, I showed him my darkness, my demons and I showed him my continued self destruction.. So much so I even passed out in the kitchen because of the lack of food I have had. We fought.. I punched a wall, it has a dent in it now. I told him for the last time. I love him.
I feel like my worst self now. I am so tired now. I hope I don’t wake up this time.