╾ 17th

its not getting easier. its only getting harder because everyday i know you're not here. you're never here anymore and thats a pain i'll never be able to deal with. it'll always hurt me down to my bones, craving in my heart.

three months ago i was here in the same bed, feeling so weak and miserable, crying and wanting to scream just like now. squeezing myself, rolling around and sometimes losing my breath. literally feeling my heart aching. its still the same.