iloveeverythingwaytoomuch
The faces, the pictures, the doors, the eyes. They're signs. Signs of emotions and feelings, signs of reasons and hatred and why? Why do they have to mean so much? Why can't we just sit here and be happy. Why do we have to find something to hate under everyone word, every gesture.
I let it go. Something I didn't know could hurt so much, but it did. It stung my lungs like nothing I'd ever felt and when the tightness took a hold of my throat it took a second to realize that I was crying. I was crying and I couldn't stop and no amount of deep breaths were every going to make it better.