(no subject)
The drink and drugs of the unable-to-love (or so they’d like to believe)
The staying awake for the possibility of feeling
The over-sleeping to stop
My dad just laid into me in his usual way, but in front of my nan. I hate how worthless he tells me I am. But I’ve always known he was wrong. But what have I got now to show I’m not? I hate thinking like this, I hate wallowing, acting like I’m the only one that feels this way, or worse. I hate that I’m writing about this, what I promised I’d never allow to get to me, or at least show.
Something has to give.
I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this bad.
the point? i don't know either.