...

Maybe i f'ing want to go with you.
Be with you.
Even if we are living in a dumpster.

Maybe i cant bear the fact you are still having memories that doesnt include me.
The fact that you are happy without me too.
That you are having fun without me.
When all i do is, try to pass my time, waste it.
That i just live.

Not enjoying the things i did before.
Not being able to have fun.
Being constantly bored.
Feeling stuck.

I dont know.
I dont know anything.
Not how to change this.
Not how to be like i was before.
I dont know.