Word vomit – when the brain cannot make coherent sentences to describe what you are thinking or feeling internally, thus what comes out in writing belongs to random categories and of varying degrees of sanity.

g- I’m so angry at you.
You left to enjoy yourself and also left behind a massive fucking hairline fracture that grows more severe day by day. Fuck you. I hope this irreparable damage was worth it. Because this friendship – this is no longer reparable. I trusted you. And you used that against me. Again. I can’t even think of you without feeling overwhelmed with anger right now.

b- And screw you for ripping out my heart and leaving me feeling nothing but emptiness. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you – and either I am overwhelmed with swirling anger and sadness or I am underwhelmed by sheer nothingness. I barely remember the sound of your voice. But I can still remember your eyes, the texture of your hair….for now. The damage you have caused is also irreparable.

r- I hate your coldness. I hate how much you love only yourself. I hate your father and I hate seeing your father in you. If you would just once, reach outside of yourself and speak my love language, things would be a lot different – but you can’t even do the most simple of things to make me feel loved or cared about. I am not even a person you know – you don’t know me. Look, I’m so fucking tired. My future is uncertain and I am drowning. I can’t be what you would like me to be and I’ve tried to make that clear to you. I’m thinking that you are not listening.

NO ONE IS FUCKING LISTENING TO ME.

NO ONE SEES ME.

Just…leave me alone. GO. AWAY.