The anxiety that the thought of just seeing you brings is unbearable.

My throat clenches up, my body goes cold and starts to shake, and my breathing becomes so unsteady that it's difficult to get enough air.

I don't want to see you.

I don't want you to see me.

I wish I was invisible.

I want you to go away, I want you to disappear.

It isn't fair that you get to be happy and I don't.

It isn't fair that you get to love somebody and I don't.


You could have at least tried.

All I ever did was try with you.


And love you, but that's besides the point.