Well you finally text me back to confirm that you’re terminating me. I only have myself to blame. I always knew it would end this way but you promised it wouldn’t. You promised I wasn’t too much and that you wouldn’t abandon me. But you have. Two years of twice weekly therapy. All for what? For you to confirm exactly what I already knew, I’m too bad and toxic for anyone and everyone will always give up on me and walk away.
There isn’t words to describe this pain. And I don’t have the strength to feel it. SH urges and SI in overdrive and you don’t even care.