emo!

No matter just how much I think I've erased that part of me, it still lingers. And it is because of the denial of the idea, the time that I do think of these memories, it hurts much worse. It's amplified! So why do I run in the first place, why do I ignore it, or persuade myself that I am okay if not perfect?

It's hard to get through this rough patch at times. It almost felt as if someone knocked the wind out of me. I almost couldn't breathe.

The idea of you is not as appealing to me anymore, but it still hurts.