I had a friend. Her cell phone stopped working. I couldn’t reach her any other way but through the computer. She lived too far away for me to see in person. She would disappear for months at a time after mentioning how she was feeling down and depressed. I couldn’t take the constant worrying about her. So, in one of those rare occasions when she was actually around, I snapped at her a bit. I let her know how much I worried and how much it hurt, trying to get in contact with her and then- Nothing. I guess she must have understood for a […]
I hurt. It’s not the sharp pains of catching myself with a razor nor the slow build of a burn. It’s not the fiery swell of choking down rum nor the tenderness of bruises re-darkened diligently. It’s more like a dull ache, a throbbing in my chest that seems to squeeze my heart until it’s up in my throat and I can barely breathe. My wrists start itching and my feet begin to heat up, both begging to be used to gain some sort of release.
When the throbbing’s not there, I feel numb. I’m lacking in motivation. Things I used to love make me feel […]