That must be one of the stupidest mistakes I’ve ever done.
This has been the most emotionally stressful week of my life. I thought there was no going through this. I actually had thoughts of running away and wishing to be hospitalized or something, rather than deal with this.
No matter how much I disappoint, I hope you love me still. I hope you never tire of me. Don’t give up on me because I’ve almost reached the point of giving up on myself. And if I do, who would save me? Who would accept me?
There’s just no turning back time. I can cry all my tears out, scream until my throat is raw and beg for a rewind button, but nothing will ever change what has already happened.
Somehow I’ve gotten used to it. Nothing could possibly be worse than this, right? Am I really that unlucky and doomed to always break things, upset people, and fail?
I should probably stop doing and touching anything to avoid any more accidents.
Oh well, I deal with my shit and you deal with yours. There’s no time to dwell and hate myself when another draining week is ahead. Hopefully, I don’t break any more things. And hearts.