hottpynk

I'd forgotten (or perhaps never really experienced) the pain of having a broken heart. It feels as though each breath I draw is not nearly enough and I'm left gasping. My eyes burn, my stomach is in knots and I can't sit still. I reach for the vodka and valium because I just can't stand it. My only comfort will come in the few seconds tomorrow morning upon waking in which I don't remember what has happened...all that has changed...

There is an awful beauty in inevitable conclusions, isn't there.