idc
i don’t know how to get through this pain. i don’t know how to get on with my life. i don’t know how to be happy i don’t know anything. it’s killing me. i don’t know what to do.
also
i feel too much or nothing at all // from my journal
My trauma didn’t make me soft. It made me distant. Angry. Distrustful. Bitter. Never soft. What they did was never soft.