When it rains, it fucking pours.
. . .
Loneliness, it's a horrible feeling. It's so thick and cloying as it slithers its way through my twisted insides. And be cause I feel no one wants to read this, I'll stop now before I drown myself in this emotional bullshit. But before I do, have you ever cried at night, when no one was around but the shadows on the wall? If you have, isn't that the worst possible feeling ever. You're crying and you can hear every sob, you can feel every shake, and that heavy pounding in your head you know came from the fact you're crying so. fucking. hard. You're crying so hard that your chest aches with each teardrop that falls from your eyes and curves itself down your cheekbone, to dangle dangerously at your jawline. Yeah, it sucks.
Loneliness, it's a horrible feeling. It's so thick and cloying as it slithers its way through my twisted insides. And be cause I feel no one wants to read this, I'll stop now before I drown myself in this emotional bullshit. But before I do, have you ever cried at night, when no one was around but the shadows on the wall? If you have, isn't that the worst possible feeling ever. You're crying and you can hear every sob, you can feel every shake, and that heavy pounding in your head you know came from the fact you're crying so. fucking. hard. You're crying so hard that your chest aches with each teardrop that falls from your eyes and curves itself down your cheekbone, to dangle dangerously at your jawline. Yeah, it sucks.