Scared. Alone. Silence.
How someone could live like this, well, who knows. The sad part is it’s all because I cared too much. My mind was wrapped around this crazy idea that you feed to my aching soul. I allowed my vulnerable state to accept that all your future fantasies would stay us no matter if I changed. The frustrating part is I had. I changed and it wasn’t even in the slightest. I became some scary evil monster version of myself that needed to feed off the energy and caring thrived from your sweet soul. The death never helped one bit, nor did the prevention of my anxious self being activated. All became a mess. All was a never ending torture chamber for me. All was surprisingly not about you and never will be.
My heart was ripped from my chest, stomped on the floor, and then kissed ever so slightly.
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Aimee's notes from her life.
bits of things i think about/want to say but i guess just chose not to.
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