I'm different, I'm difficult. Awkward, real. You may get me, or you may not. I hope you do, I don't care if you don't.
“ it was a crippling thing, this sensation that a huge hole had been punched through my chest, excising my most vital organs and leaving ragged, unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. rationally, i knew my lungs must still be intact, yet i gasped for air and my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing. my heart must have been beating, too, but i couldn’t hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold. i curled inward, hugging my ribs to hold myself together. i scrambled for my numbness, my denial, but it evaded me. ”