It’s hard. I want to hear their voice yet I don’t have the confidence to ever give them my own, or the words to even tell them how I feel outside of an “I don’t know”.

It’s a constant uphill and when the downhill finally comes it’s a whole fucking tumble.

God fucking dammit.

Whenever I think, it’s about them. Whenever I talk I want it to be about them. When I sleep I see them next to me. Wishing.

I get this thing that only feels like withdrawal symptoms, as if I need them before I start wilting away. It’s like a physical pull in my chest that makes me cry.

Charcoal

I really do like them…

I think I just really like them…

All this Shit has happened soo quickly, it’s hard for me to process everything.

I confessed feelings I didn’t even realise I had?? Now I feel like it’s all just crumbling.

If I hadn’t of confessed, I don’t know what would have happened, I only know what did, And it hurts a lot.

I got friendzoned.

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to make what I feel towards them go away.

I’m really sad.

Tongue-tied multiple times

I’ve been taunted.

I didn’t wake up today for this…

This is the twist cliffhanger at the end of a chapter in a science-fiction novel.