my heart is actually broken like what do I do now
The worst crying is when your lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your hearts breaking and your thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Why is it the person that makes me the happiest also makes me the saddest?