And for the first time, in a long time, I'm going to cry myself to sleep.
If this is what loving someone feels like, I hate it. I hate it. And it hurts. But for some reason I don't want it to go away.
I want to rip my heart out.
I don't want to wake up tomorrow.
If this is love, I hate it.
YOU ARE READING
exhale.
Non-FictionFrom my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.
