death sentence
Kat :: 12:21 pmOr it might as well be.
Too broken to fix. And who would want to love that? Who even could?
What I feel isn’t even real. It’s not love, it’s a lie. It’s a disease.
What I feel is what I am. I’m not real. I’m a monster.
Too broken and unlovable and love is the one thing I have ever needed.
There is no future. Just a black hole of nothing, of never connecting, of never getting what I need.
No wonder he doesn’t want me.