Sometimes you just gotta sit on your best friends floor and stuff my face with food. I still feel down, but I have to smile. Sooner or later things will turn up.

I feel empty. I feel lonely. Only one person truly knows how I feel, and I am so happy I can go to her. Without her, I would honestly just lay in bed all day and cry. I don’t like that I am like this, but there’s a reason why. A reason I can’t get out of my head. My heart is never going to be fixed. I guess I am okay with that.

I feel like all of the air was taken out of my body.