Today I'm going to rant about some hardcore shit.
I'm ranting about the pain in your chest you get right before you start to cry.
Or that ache in your throat because all you want to do is scream.
Or what about the soreness of your eyes because you can't close them because you don't want that one tear to fall.
That's what I'm feeling now.
Eyes wide with a sit throat sitting here alone trying not to do something that I would regret.
Or revert to the way I used to be.
Broken.
I can't and wont. I'm just going to eat my burrito and listen to the 1975
Your sady pants girl,
Moe
