I've finally come to the conclusion and courage to dispose of the one thing that has ensured my mental instability.
A boy.
An ex.
A poison.
A poison living in my house. Sleeping in my bed. Taking over whatever me space I had and turning it into "sorry, you're not welcome here"
Where do I cry
I've resorted to hiding in the bathroom. The garage. I am suffocated. And to suffocate the safe place for someone with anxiety and depression, ultimately you are killing them. I don't want to go back to where I was a year ago unable to open my eyes without crying, unable to work or leave the house because I was fucking debilitated...everything just felt so...bad...
I can't go there again. I need light.
So, alas, I am asking him to leave.
Its taken me 2 months.... To finally get the courage to ask him to go
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