What hurts is waking up everyday, hoping it will be different. Hoping that someone will treat you perfectly, and that no one is going to fight. It hurts to wake up and walk around knowing that one day you won’t be here, and that it won’t change anything. Everyone will move on, (if anyone even cared to begin with), and it won’t affect the tiny, seemingly perfect and mysterious subject that is ‘life’. It hurts to wake up from a dream where you were loved with the deepest love imaginable.
-But what hurts the most?
Spending every second of your life in full realization that everyone thinks you’re […]