I'm so full of love it deeply sickens me.
Think of how it feels to be in love. Now turn that love into a mirror that you are able to carry with you. You take this love with you everywhere, and it's the best thing to happen to you. It makes you feel weightless, invincible, incredible. Now imagine running with the mirror clutching it to your chest having the time of your life. You drop it. It shatters everywhere. There are too many pieces to put back together. All you see is your reflection in each and every little piece, your own face staring back a thousand times in disbelief of what used to be love. Each piece mocking you of how foolish you were.
It hurts so bad.
This is so childish writing all of this down on an internet journal, but I need to get some things out of my mind and in the open. This is he result of me not knowing who I can go to when I feel like this. I'm sorry to everyone who might read this for complaining so much.
It hurts so bad.
This is so childish writing all of this down on an internet journal, but I need to get some things out of my mind and in the open. This is he result of me not knowing who I can go to when I feel like this. I'm sorry to everyone who might read this for complaining so much.