It’s never been hard to hurt my feelings. Whether it be a sarcastic comment, a joking insult, or just the feeling that I’m not wanted.
The feeling begins in my chest, and spreads like a virus throw my arms n down my core. The first blow feels like I’m getting hit in the chest with a iron skillet, and then it ripples through our my body.
It’s sad to me that this feeling. Even if its not something a healthy person should feel a lot, it makes me feel alive and human. I want the pain in my chest . I finally feel something . An actual feeling an actual emotion. And it’s worse to say it feels like home. Always felt this pain as an adolescence and now as an adult it gives me a comforting feeling. Idk if this is a good thing for my pyschi, but I see it as “If I’m feeling something it’s normal”
I’m still broken inside. I’m still in pain from last October. I still think of it often . Every detail. It still makes me so weak. I’m still weak. I’m still broken inside, please just don’t hurt me anymore. I can be strong n put a falseness up for show. But like everyone else I’m dying on the other side of the mask. I’m used to this feeling I’m used to my depression my anxiety my demons. I’m fine but I’m still fragile. Please stop hurting me.
A Roman walks into a bar, holds up two fingers, and says ”Five beers, please.”
i dont get it
No one explain it
Dear god that’s amazing