SadApparently not.
He spent my emotions like they were pennies, and now I have nothing left.
I feel like a husk, I feel like I hate, like I love, like I wish, like I just want it all to end.
But I have my friends. And I'd rather have them over him any day.
Because at least they really care.
I'm trying to run the pain away, drive the emotional out with the physical. I've been running every day, running myself into the ground. And that pain helps. It distracts. But I don't know how long it will last.
I can't eat. I can hardly swallow my food without gagging. I feel sick, like I always have the overwhelming urge to vomit. I've already lost 5 pounds since Thursday (that hateful day). I can't eat. I can hardly sleep.
It hurts too much.
It just hurts too much.
I can barely take it. It's killing me every day. And I hate waking up the next morning to remember what he did to me.
It.... hurts.....
Miserable
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92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch or Hollister said it wasnt cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing.
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