Here I am, laying in this single dorm bed, cold, but I don’t even notice. I’ve had this thing pressed to my leg for a while now. The metal is smooth but I don’t care about that. I just want to feel something, anything. Anything other than this hole in my chest and the sinking in my stomach. I want to feel control of my own life, I want to feel like I can keep it together longer than a 50 minute class. I want to feel like life is still worth living, I want to feel something other than pain and sadness.
Live life like you’re giving up, ‘cause you act like you are. ~
