Getting dumped has always been something I'd heard about but never really understood. Like when someone's mom or dad dies you say "Oh wow I'm so sorry that must be so hard." But they don't really know. They don't know your pain. They don't understand or get it unless it's happened to them too.
When he tells you he thinks you like him more than he likes you and that it hasn't progressed enough for him to remain interested you don't even know or care if you're breathing or not, you feel like your insides are heating up and moving around and you feel like you wanna force everything outside of yourself. I hung up on him and threw the phone lightly to the side and tried to remember how to stand up. When I did I stumbled into my bedroom where my friend Chris was on the phone and he hung up once I started crying. I felt so much pain from crying that night it all seems like a blur. I didn't know this was going to hurt so much. I had absolutely no idea. But now I understand.
People say that when tragedy strikes you should write poetry and be expressive and get the feelings out.
But in truth all you really wanna do is fucking sleep.
But when it takes away the sleep too you really have nothing left but to think about moving on. That's all there is sometimes.