I’m losing myself. I’m lost in my emotions, my regrets, my sorrows, and other people. I know this and start therapy on Thursday, but I’m still hurt and sad and mad and jealous and lonely and unheard. If you care about someone wouldn’t you set yourself aside to give them what they need to heal?
A couple months ago my boyfriend saw me break down yet again over my relationship with my son and all the bs my bf puts me through and said to me I need a break and brought up him moving out for a bit, but I didn’t take him up on that then. Unfortunately his drug use and steeling my car to get high and his addict females that take my place while he’s off seeking his escape have gotten out of control and I am so turned off and mad and sick that I need away from him…from everyone. Want to know how fucked up things are? I got into his phone app and found pictures and videos of his high ass touching and Fucking nasty ass bitches raw, some in my fucking car!!

So he promised to move out when he got paid, was very understanding and respectful of my wishes and his fuck ups all that time, but on payday he decided I have to evict him. I am crushed and devastated. His reason? He doesn’t want to stay with his friends. Of course he doesn’t cuz he wants to get high and flop and he has too much respect for his friend to go to their house high. I am really starting to hate him. Why can’t I be selfish like him? Deadass, I sit here with an almost complete restraining order application and I can’t get myself to file it. I fucking care about him and don’t want shit to be like this.
I’m fucking pathetic and weak. I need to be alone, this isn’t me. I hate how I am now.
He may love me but this isn’t love.
