Tuesday, February 24, 2009
*credit;Kjersti Berg
read this off somewhere and thought part of me could relate to what im feeling some nights, and some days too.
"There was this empty hole in my chest; I could almost hear it. Sometimes I'd think I was hungry, or that I needed to get laid or have a cigarette, or maybe if I drank five shots in rapid succession I could wet it and fill it up, but I'd do all that and this desolate hole under my rib cage would still be there: right above my stomach and below my heart."
sometimes its hard rid yourself of it when its meant to stay.
i am nadi; :] at 12:56 AM
1 Comments
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at 8:55 PM
said... u so emo lor.
but i feel ya.
hang in there. just not yourself.