you are so good. so good, you’re always feeling so much. and sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? you silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long that survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. you keep trying to turn your body bulletproof. you keep trying to turn your heart into a bomb shelter. but you are soft and alive. you bruise and heal. people like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.










