Volcel summer
Hello again.
I just received terrible news that my psychward fine shyt is indeed back together for the third time with his adult bpd ex girlfriend so I guess I should just kill myself. I'm feeling really poorly but also nothing at all. We are not fucking this summer of 2026. It seems as though men are getting worse and worse and I have no choice but to focus on my career. Cleaned my room finally. Tired of these small and pointless entanglements where I end up with nothing or less while they reap the rewards of this self sacrificing chica. And I'm not even gassing myself because it really is like that. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, like the final nail in the coffin in my journey of loving myself actually. It just seems to be an awful pattern I am in, and I really refuse to be miserable. I refuse to teach another person how to have empathy and care and love because its not that fucking hard. There is a light inside me which is huge and glowing and many have attempted to diminish it but it just will not go out!!!