A Night of Regret
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Two a.m. in a bathtub. The only water on the tile is the pool of tears I've created. My mind is racing with every single thing I could possibly fucking think of. I need a break. I need a break. Two a.m. in a bathtub and I'm regretting half of my life decisions. Could I have been better? What have I done? They declined me and refused me, blocked me and dismissed me.

A Night of Regret

Two a.m. in a bathtub. The only water on the tile is the pool of tears I've created. My mind is racing with every single thing I could possibly fucking think of. I need a break. I need a break.

Two a.m. in a bathtub and I'm regretting half of my life decisions. Could I have been better? What have I done? They declined me and refused me, blocked me and dismissed me.

What else? I've been replaced and pushed around. I'm watching as the things I was supposed to do turn into the things they did instead, and I've given up on being happy.

Two a.m. in a bathtub and I don't know what to do. I'm tired and hyper all at once and I can no longer cry. Maybe everybody hates me. Maybe it's better if they treat me this way.

Stop acting like the way you don't want people to act toward you. Stop. Stop. STOP.

Two a.m. in a bathtub and I'm crying again because everything I thought I had is blurry. 

Two a.m. in a bathtub and I'm contemplating turning on the water.

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