nothing ever stays the same
2012-06-27 - 7:11 p.m.
I'm falling fast.
My stomach is all twisted in knots.
Why can't I stay happy?
What am I missing?
Fuck.
I am not going to cry.
I am not going to fall apart.
I am going to cut and cut and cut.
I will feel triumphant and terrible and guilty and empty all at once.
Fuck everyone.
No one will ever know anyway.
I feel very alone.
Maybe I will cry.
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