I don’t know if you’ve ever cried like I cry.
Every now and then I gasp,
usually when I realise how bad things get or how alone I actually feel.
My nose usually is completely blocked and unblocking it is not an actual possibility.
When you know your eyes will balloon tomorrow morning.
When you know you’ll look like you’ve been slammed in the face with the cold, hard truth.
When you’re face feels like you’ve been in a disgusting fight, but numbed at the same time.
When you torture yourself with sad music, memorable music that makes you think of everything you’ve done or they’ve done.
It hurts.
I think you know how it feels.