Saying the 'L' word was like swallowing glass, it cuts the back of my throat the deeper it got, it was like swallowing your fear in a haunted house on Halloween night, or getting told you're not loved by someone whom you truly cared about. Knowing Mitch won't be there anymore was like swallowing blades, and carving them into your skin, only to make a drawing of nothing but lines and stained blood on your wrists. It was painful, but a painful truth. A truth that, I, myself as a human will have to accept. You know those props people get for having suicidal thoughts? Like, they get to sit in a sedated room, full of other people who have different levels of 'craziness', the doctor would say, but yet you all still get the same treatment, and thats what makes them sane, knowing that they all get the same treatment as anyone else, no matter how crazy they are, but they all just need to know that suicide is not the answer.
Being alone was dreadful I have to admit, but we all have to face it whether we liked it or not. Those shitty romances you see in movies, where they run into eachothers arms at airports, go on "perfect" dates, and stay together "forever" are all bullshit, decieving lies that they fill your head with, so you can jump into the shitty love circle and nearly kill yourself, trying to reach "perfect" love.
