it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
oh my fucking god
i’m fucking crying and i hate this so much
This fucking hurts.
I’ve never been able to put it into words, or find the write words, but this is exactly how I feel.
It takes up to…
No, wait- Horses in modern America are subject to…
Okay- Diapers are quality controlled by an elite team of…
You know what I got nothing. Absolutely nothing. What am I seeing here?
I JUST WENT OUT FOR DINNER WITH SOME OF MUM’S WORK FRIENDS AND THERE WAS A GIRL MY AGE BUT SHE DIDN’T SPEAK ENGLISH VERY WELL AND SHE KEPT ASKING THINGS LIKE DO YOU LIKE RICE AND WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE VEGETABLE BUT THEN SHE LEANT OVER AND WAS LIKE HOW LONG ARE YOUR PERIODS AND I WAS LIKE UM 3 OR 4 DAYS???? AND SHE GOES NO I MEANT SCHOOL PERIODS AND IT WAS THE WORST MOMENT OF MY LIFE