Although my teacher isn't the wisest person ever, today he said a very hurtful truth.
He asked a student a question, the student said he was thinking. And the teacher said "Thinking hurts". It is true. I think it may be the biggest true in the world. At least for me.
I always think. I think all the time, at all hours. At the end of the day my head hurts. My head hurts of thinking, my face hurts of crying, my face hurts of the presure of my gestures, my knees hurt though to the purple and greenish spots, my ears hurt for hearing that voice that I can never quieten, my heart always hurts. Sometimes hurts from happines, when I day dream, however, my heart also hurts from realising that those escenarios will never be true. That I will never feel save, feel like home.
I wake up, I think about food, about calories, about my body. I arrive at school I think about exams, about that boy who I fell for (or maybe not?), about how irritating I can be, about how my friends do not wanna be with me, about how I didn't study enough.
About I'm not enough. About I'm not appreciated.
Maybe all these things aren't true but my head makes me feel like they are. It is exhausting, hurtful, breaker.
At the end of the day, I realise that thinking hurts.
It hurts too much.
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