Gstreater
Member
- Aug 10, 2024
- 43
Sometimes I want to just point a finger at someone I know I loved and still do love and blame them for not opening up when I was trying to, for waiting until they fell out of love with me to tell me that me opening up was the problem. Some days I wish I never opened up about my insecurities, maybe I would still be happy, maybe I wouldn't feel so hurt when I spoke to them. Now it doesn't matter though I'm just trying to die like before I met them.
