The possibilities are endless now, when I’m to the point where I’d rather give up the fight and let them win. Bury me in the goddamn ground and leave me there to rot. Because what is the fucking point? I’m broken, down to the point where I’m unrecognizable to even myself. Shattered and fractured beyond repair, shards of me chipping away with every person I ever trusted that decided to get up and walk out of my life, not a goodbye or backward glance in sight.
