• If you think youve got it bad, imagine it like this:
    Dark, alone, cuts allover that wont heal, or stop hurting, your chest is hollow, you cant breathe, your heart is practically in the middle of an intersection, waiting to be runover, youve been mauled so much physically and mentally that the only safe place is as far from your heart as possible, because its so vulnerable, the tiniest crack can cripple you even more, even if it seems impossible to get any more sad, or painful. Still think youve got it bad?