This is hell. It’s not full of fire, heat, and eternal damnation.. It’s waking up from having the sweetest of dreams about you and being alone. It’s longing for you to be by my side so desperately that I’m willing to give up everything that I own. It’s living day-to-day being jealous of every single person who gets to see you whenever they want and the people who get to hear the sweet sound of your voice from only feet away. It’s knowing that I can’t feel my skin against yours when I so desperately need love and comfort.
I was warned that I’d go to hell, but I’d assumed that’d be when I died… But here I am, living, in what seems to be my own interpretation of hell.
And it’s equally as shitty as any fiery pit could be.
I just accidentally clicked on a video of a baby goat and it started making weird noises and it scared the shit out of me and I actually started tearing up. I’m so horrified of goats, oh my god.