That awkward moment when you stand in front of the mirror naked and it looks like you’re getting fatter by the seconds and you pinch and scratch at it to go away but it won’t so you want to die.
sometimes i just wanna pick up my phone and text you and tell you how much i still hurt and how i’m still afraid and how i’m still not okay, but then i remember that you’re happy now and that’s what matters. i don’t know if you’re completely oblivious to the fact that you ruined me. but i stay silent, and keep my mouth shut.
i’d rather hurt alone than drag someone else down with me.
