i need to snap out of it

I hate this shit. I hate myself when I’m like this.

I force myself to go to bed so I can stop missing you.

I force myself to not text you/ look for you/ be in any form of contact because this is not going anywhere and if you want to stay “friends”, I might not be able to get out of this alive.

Oh my god, where ma sluts at? Need them to knock sense into me. I am, clearly, losing it.