September 29, 2022:
Post 01:
To be perfectly honest, I don't feel loved by you anymore. Maybe it's time I stop daydreaming about an ex-girlfriend and move on too. I should've accepted it was over months ago. We're still friends and on good terms. It's time to close the book. It's over. Don't look back.
Post 02:
I'm screwed. It doesn't even matter anymore. I can blame family and friends for neglecting me while I metaphorically became sick. But it was nobody's responsibility to live my life for me besides me. I did it to myself. Now I'm certain the end is near. Just be resigned to my fate
Post 03:
I've never seen or read the play Waiting For Godot by, Samuel Beckett... But I know the concept. They wait for someone who never comes. It becomes absurd because Godot never arrives. It's kinda like what I'm doing according to psychiatrists - I'm waiting for someone to save me.
Post 04:
I'm talking to an internet stranger. To be perfectly honest, I have theories he isn't who he says he is... I think he's really an undercover billionaire, or somebody who bullied me in my childhood, or an ex-girlfriend. Accept he's just some stranger I recently met.
Post 05:
I'm completely serious... I need help badly and nobody is helping me. I can't expect people who prove time and time again they're incapable of helping me, or people who've moved on, to do something. I'm in so much pain and I just want to feel happiness and love. Someone save me.
Post 06:
My ex-girlfriend wants to stop texting... I like texting her everyday. I'm lonely and she's my only friend. But if she truly want me to stop I need to. She sent a message that is saying for me to do that in a nice way.
September 30, 2022:
Post 01:
In all seriousness, bun bun. It's time for the Grease (movie), Sandy reveal ending. This has gone on for too long.
Post 02:
I hope I have helped you get over your trauma and reignited your flame. I want you smiling and happy. You did help me, but sadly, I have fallen again. I need your help.
Post 03:
We're in love, bun bun. You know it. I know it. I don't believe your nasty texts. I don't believe you've moved on. Treat me kindly. Treat me with love. Let the fun begin. It's time to become rich and famous movie stars. A year deprived of your friendship was too much. I miss you.
Post 04:
My parents are liars. They're psychopaths. Who tortured me. They've probably given me cancer. I've had ENOUGH!
Post 05:
Dammit, I just put another hole in the apartment wall by throwing a spoon across the room at the wall. It's not too bad. With a little spackle, it can easily be fixed. I hope it doesn't lead to a fight with my mother and stepfather. They don't empathize with the suffering.