Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty. Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.
It’s so hard sometimes.
Strong in the rough times.
The long distance struggle.
I remember meeting the person I loved for the first time.
Despite the hardship, I felt like I was on top of the world for the first time of my life. It felt so perfect…ugh