sometimes, you'll have a couple of good days. and then it hits you. everything. it hurts to talk, to love, to be. existing is so difficult at times but no one wants to hear that. no one wants to know about the days you spend crying or curled up in a corner somewhere or wishing you could be anywhere but here. we all have our very own acts of surivival. our ways of staying alive when we're in too much pain to feel anything at all. i get it. this isn't life anymore. this is just about getting through the day. i hope that one day it'll be something more than that.
