#!grief

Pain descriptions

MAN… THERE’S. THERE’S KIND OF TWO THINGS I COULD TALK ABOUT: THE PAIN OF LOSING MY BROTHER, AND THE PAIN OF. WELL, ALL THE PAIN AROUND THE STUFF WITH WASP.

SINCE I KNOW WASP IS PROBABLY GONNA READ THIS AT SOME POINT I THINK I’LL SPARE HIM THE LATTER. JUST… IF YOU’RE READING THIS, FRIEND? REMEMBER THAT I’M OKAY NOW THAT YOU’RE OKAY, AND IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT. IT HURT BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU AND WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!! AND THAT’S NOT YOUR FAULT.

ANYWAY! UM. …SHIT. WHY DID I AGREE TO TALK ABOUT THIS AGAIN.

IT. IT’S KIND OF. KIND OF HARD TO DESCRIBE? LIKE. LIKE SOMETIMES IT’S THIS EMPTINESS, LIKE THERE’S SOMETHING THAT GOT RIPPED OUT OF ME SOMEHOW, WHICH IS WEIRD CONSIDERING I’M LITERALLY HOLLOW SO THE ONLY THING YOU COULD RIP OUT OF ME IS A BONE OR SOMETHING??? UUUUUGH WHY IS THIS SO HARD TO DESCRIBE.

SOMETIMES IT’S JUST. JUST THIS PAIN SOMEWHERE IN MY CHEST EVEN THOUGH THERE’S NOTHING THERE OTHER THAN MY SOUL EXCEPT IT DOESN’T REALLY FEEL LIKE MY SOUL ITSELF HURTS FOR SOME WEIRD REASON IT’S JUST THAT SOMETHING IN MY CHEST JUST HURTS AND