Damn, this hurts like hell. I can’t right now. The fuck everyone thinks I’m okay. Everyone thinks I’m a tough girl, I’m really not. The first don’t even hurt like this. I thought it was supposed to get lighter with each following heart breaks. It’s fucking affecting me all round. I’m tired, I’m tearing apart each day but I try to cover it. It’s my own super power, I guess. I still hope deep down someone is able to read through me. I thought everyone said I was an open book. Or y’all suddenly lost your ability to read?