“Don’t fucking tell me emotional pain doesn’t hurt you physically. I feel it in my eyes, raw and swollen, from endless nights of crying. I feel it in my chest, a throbbing pain that makes it hurt to breathe. I feel it in my legs, weak with sadness, barely holding my weight. I feel it in my stomach, hunger pains from not eating for three days because I am disgusted. I feel it in my muscles, so sore it hurts to move. I feel it in my head, sharp pains stabbing my temples. I feel it in my fucking bones, aching to be broken, because feeling actual pain will allow me to feel something. I wouldn’t be numb, I know how to fix that kind of pain. I can even feel it in my hands, shaking and shivering in sync with the rest of my body. So don’t you dare fucking tell me my pain isn’t valid because it’s “just an emotion.” Fuck you.”—go screw a cactus, prick. (via tohavescarlessskin)
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.