I feel so dead inside. My knuckles are purple for punching the wall, and I’ve yet to eat something. I guess, as I was hitting things last night I was really just trying to find something, anything, to hurt me more than what I was feeling inside. Have you ever felt that way? Like your insides are eating you alive and your heart is shattered… so you look for something else to distract you from that pain. Anything. Nothing hurts more than that. And at that moment, all I could feel was my heart ripping through my chest. But as I sit here today, my knuckles really hurt. I’ll get over it.
+Monday Apr 4 @ 09:02pm
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craftysince909 said:
You okay?
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xorebeca posted this
Rebecca/20/So. Cal.