Just a bad day. Where every little thing hurts like the world is ending. Where every time I write I want to stop because its reliving the pain. But I know that that is the only way to get over things. Its funny. My life is not half as bad as others. it actually is not bad at all. But every little thing that happens affects me insanely as if they were the worse things in the world. I suffocate with the idea of that I am being left behind and ignored and the idea that I am being utterly ridiculous.
I guess I feel twice as much as I should. And that twice as much does not do me any good.