exit

i hate it here. but i'm also still staying here.

i'm back.

it's been two years, but my heart still feels empty without you.

make me feel like i am alive.

fuck you. fuck. you.

thursdays. cold mornings. ugly crying. it's always these moments i'm reminded of all the things people did me wrong. but don't get me wrong. i don't hate them. never been. never forever. i should get used to this by now. the random outbursts. the pain in the chest like you're stab right here then. but sad thing is, you're still not. that's shit about healing. you're still reminded of all those things. unnecessary words. unwanted feelings. you just want to rip your chest out and rip out your ears to stop hearing the voices. too much. not enough. never in between.

why does it always end with the question, am i never going to be good enough is that why they used me?