Numb. Tears. Fear. Loss. Alone. Him. Gone. Stupid. Black&White. Sound. Betrayal. Silence. Eyes. Looks. Words. Judgements. Ache. Need. Dreams. Darkness. Where. Why. Please. Him. Him. Him, him, him, him, him, him, him…
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purplepain ,
sounds like a fucked up relationship?
something like that, and although it’s been a while, it hurts more every day that goes by… I’m just sitting here and getting angrier each day. That mixed with all the other perks that fucking fucked-up life has to offer us every day.
I feel so confused sometimes I try to write down my thoughts, but I don’t even know what I think about anymore, I’m empty.