I wanna just keep living in denial. Because living in denial is easier than facing the truth. But for how long really? I can’t keep fighting. I can’t keep trying.
I came so close to just ending it all. Jumping. Bleeding. Getting hit. Whatever opportunity presented itself in that moment. But for some reason, I guess that’s not what fate holds for me.
I’ve handed you my trust. Left it in your hands.
I’m giving it time now.
I love you.