the thing that made me want to write this story was a thought i had while talking to my friend about emotions and feelings. though i'm not a psychopath who feels nothing, i don't know how to talk to think about how i feel. i tried explaining it as a physical feeling, not emotionally. this is what i came up with:
i feel like theres a weight on my shoulders. pretty cliché. but thats all i feel. a weight that gets heavier everyday the more i keep everything bottled up inside. i'd rather the weight just break my shoulders and end the suffering. cause it would hurt less if it just broke me than torture. because thats all this feels like, just torture mentally and physically. i feel physical pain and i don't know why or how. but something triggers it and thats all i know.
pretty emo, but i need something to show my therapist.
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Non-Fictioni do shit because i can't feel shit. heres me trying to explain what i can't.
