Friday, November 18
running out of battery
You know, in school, when he's around like near me or like a few metres around me, my whole body knows it. I will start to babble. I'll start to talk and talk but my mind will have no idea what I'm saying. I keep wondering if there's a term for this.
You know, when he talks to me casually, it makes me realise that there's actually hope, that we could actually communicate -- he runs away.
You know, I've always thought that you can't hurt someone unless you really matter to them. Does that mean I really mattered to
him? I know I did. I felt it.
You know, it's like your heart has been ripped out and stomped on. You.. you can't breathe, you don't want to eat, you can't function. It's the most intense pain that you'll ever feel, and there's no way to relieve it. It's unyielding, merciless torture, and you know its yours for life.
You know, sometimes, or maybe all the time, life just...well, sucks.
