5 minutes ago
Maybe if i wasn’t wired the way I am, I could still be their friend. I love them, I really want the best for them, but over and over they would continue to trigger me and catapult me into hysteria with their behaviors. They would convince me that I was the problem or that I was a problem, just like them. I was just as fucked up and unlovable as them and that’s why they liked talking to me. Because I was irreparable, I was alone, I was despicable. Just like them.They felt comfort in my misery and fed off of it as if it was the only thing keeping them alive, or perhaps amused and entertained. I missed them. I miss them. I really miss them... Their messages are waiting to be seen.