Hell, I was gang raped and 2 days later, I was back in class like nothing happened. I mean that must have hurt like hell right?
Most people never get over stuff like that but I was like ‘lets go for Jamba juice’.
I would give every thing I have or will ever have just to feel pain again, to hurt. Thank God for minor league Fiona and her urb garden. One advantage of kind of being dead is that you don’t have to sweat warning labels. There was this one brown liquid that I thought made my nipples tingle for a second but I think it was psycho-somatic because I polished off the rest of it and didn’t feel shit. I tried every eye of newt and wing of fly until I found something that made me not look like Marilyn Manson anymore. And that’s the rub of all of this isn’t it, I can’t feel shit. I can’t feel anything. We think that pain is the worst feeling, it isn’t. How can anything be worse the this eternal silence inside of me?
I used to not eat for days or eat like crazy then stick my fingers down my throat. Now, no matter how much I binge, I can’t fill this hole inside of me. I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going batshit. I need to do something."
Madison Montgomery (via sayikelaniz483)
-Our generation is pitiful…
-That’s why I say that to not feel is not better than feeling… (I don’t think it’s worse either).