How terrible it is to be human.
How terrible it is to be lying in your bed at 6 am with no sleep, sobbing until you can’t physically breathe, to feel so lost and broken, to feel so abandoned and to feel it all so deeply; intensely.
To hate yourself. To feel the knots in your stomach. To feel the numbness in your limbs, to listen to the album they like on repeat over and over and over and over until it’s like white noise.
To feel so internally sick, to not have the words to describe how it feels. To lie and stare at the ceiling, wishing you were anywhere
But here.















