break || scömìche

“And I just don’t understand how anyone could love me. I’ve never watched the news because the facts ticking by at the bottom give me anxiety like the ceiling fan does. Like messy piles of papers on the floor give me anxiety. Like the blood pressure cuff at the doctor gives me anxiety. But losing you would be worse, like stabbing me in the heart, where it hurts the most. Because I need you so bad. All the time.”