Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
lower than low. a hole i will never get out of. how am i still breathing? i will never do anything right. it was nice meeting you, but i can do no more. why do i do this to myself? i am not ok, and there is nothing you can do.
