I wish I were just born like normal boys.
When your stomach churns.
Those shallow breaths.
That knot in your throat.
Heavy eye lids.
That dark dark dark feeling is all too familiar. I’m just tired of caring now.
It makes it so much easier to be a fake ass bitch ‘cause in the back of my mind everything is only temporary and nothing about me is genuine. The best feeling in the world come from shit moments like these.