Why is it that I feel sad as if I didn't wake up next to the person I love most this morning.
Why do I feel so much yet so little.
Why is it that when I feel the slightest bit upset I want to leave and punch a wall until I'm beeding eventually sobbing because I can't handle feeling upset.
Why do I have an over liking in finding alternative ways to fill my empty head, it's being filled with scratched skin, burnt tears and an undying need to be understood.
I don't know why I feel like this. I wonder so much how I can feel so empty when I am so rich with things.
Do I not feel rich because the things I own are broken? Shouldn't I be ok with that? It has never not been enough it's always enough.
I'm so mad all the time. I'm frustrated and upset. I'm mad at my very own existence.
I don't know what I am.
What do I do?
I want so much that it curls in on itself and makes a huge hole in my stomach.
I want to feel real again.
I want to feel something. Anything.
If I could feel anything but this nothing I would be ok with that.
Whether it be the feeling of being understood or the feeling of being slapped across the face.
No one can compete with a teenage girl and her fucking idiotic emotions.
