and I hate him for it. I won’t see him. He blatantly doesn’t have a problem with never seeing me again. I hate him. And I know i should understand. But I can’t. The moment you find out that somebody is prepared leave you, it’s horrific. If he had be successful, then I would have never gone back to school. Failed all my GCSE and would have given up on life as i know it. I hate him.
On Friday night my Dad took an overdose. I believe in an attempt to kill, or seriously harm himself.
you know those times when you would quite happily grab a blade and run it across your skin.
Falling in love with a sweet boy who lives near me, likes my horse and is kind… just has to be shy. -.-
It’s heartbreakingly sad sitting here deciding what songs to play at my cosines funeral, trying to imagine what songs his 15 year old daughter would like to hear.
He hung himself. And his daughter found him.
I’m begging you, don’t do this to yourself, or those around you.
