And she said, "I don't ever wanna sleep again.
I'm alone in the world and I could use a friend.
Could you be that friend or would you be like all the rest?"
Yeah, I had that issue as well. I spit a lot and ate a bunch of ice to keep swelling down. My tongue barely showed any signs of swelling. Couldn't eat for a day and half though.
Ice and lots of it. Ice water as well. Icees and ice cream. Anything cold and lots of it. It brings the swelling down. That's what I did for the first 48 hours.
The Love I hold for this man is deafening, sickening. He makes my stomach churn, and I want nothing more than to get rid of him and the feelings he's poisoned me with, or the undying insecurities morphing me into someone I hardly recognize. I've never been so disgusted with myself, and I'm terrified to take this leap into a place where my feet will never hit the bottom.
"How do you feel, the majority of the time?"
--I've got friends, I guess. People that I spend time with; tell things to.
"Do your friends make you feel better?"
--My least favorite part about life is the constant goodbyes you have to face.
Now or later, it doesn't really matter, because nobody can stick around forever, even if they want to.
"How do you feel when you have to tell someone goodbye?"
--I cling to things. Items. People. Too tightly, really. And then I wake up and realize I just don't care anymore. The goodbyes never get easier, but neither do the hello's.
"Are you afraid to make new friends?"
--I'm slowly spiraling towards the ocean floor, and all I can feel is the water filling up my lungs. Like I'm drowning, but all I see around me is everyone breathing.
I did some Facebook stalking,
talked to some people about some shit,
and I guess this is the girl my most recent ex cheated on me with, and is now dating?
This is the first time I've even thought about him in months,
but... nice downgrade bro
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I'm so mean
this is why I have no friends.
