I don’t think I’m okay, i feel as if I’m getting better but I’m getting worse at the exact same time and I’m starting to feel like two different people it’s screwing with my head too much I know I want to be happy but being sad is addictive and I can’t stop, she makes life a lot more worth it but with that comes a lot of pressure and it’s weighing me down but picking me up. I’m empty inside.
As she slowly fills that hole it gets bigger and I’m scared that when she’s gone it will be too big for me to handle on my own. The happier I get the worse the crash will be. she’s killing me whilst keeping me alive.