Broken Down

I went through our old messages to on skype and facebook to write my following series of events and emotions i felt during the period of when i i chased after you. I thought i was ready to read it though. Guess not. As i was reading it, it was bloody hilarious, every joke, every sentence lead to another, we were the happiest people alive. But as i laughed hysterically, i broke into tears, the happier the conversation use to seem, the more i realise how much it hurts. God help me, what do i do now. Every work, every joke, every sexual reference, every sexist reference, every pedophilia reference. Little timmy, caramel anjewl, i stalk your friends, you stalk my tumblr, you have lop sided tits, i have no tits, talking about masturbating with cooking oil, and friendzoning with dolphin necklaces. FUCK ME, WHY IS LIFE SO FUCKING HARD. I've been acting like i was fine for too long, it's good i can cry from sadness every now and then, at least that makes me feel more alive than how dead i feel inside.