And that's the first thing people will take from you, because what else hurts more than what matters?
And we need to hurt each other when we're young to find out if we're made of anything besides flesh and bone, if we're made of anything that really matters.
And failure becomes unimportant, when you approach it all, as something that doesn't matter.
But everything is unimportant, when nothing matters.
And I hope one day you find something that still matters.
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I gave up on myself a long time ago. I've embodied everything you all think of me, a living lie.
Just leave me alone. That's what you do best.
No one can save me now
I don't need to hurt anyone and i don't enjoy that.
You've hurt me so much I thought my bones would break at the weight of the wounds you inflicted on me.
Good thing my heart was barely scathed, if not for the ribcage that held it--it's still slashed, nonetheless.
The irony of it all is that you, who had inflicted this pain, is the same person who could make me feel better.
I hope so too.
And I have an unrelated question, what's a better place to follow you - your blog, or your tumbler?
I really appreciate this today.
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