There are a few different type of hurt. The kind where there is physical damage done to your body and your nerves send messages to your brain that say "warning warning, somethings not right there is an error in the system". Then there is the hurt that's emotional, you know the kind that just kinda washes over you, and you can feel you hart violently turning over and over inside your chest, you feel like you can't breathe and the uncontrollable flood of tears come crashing down your face forming a small rainstorm on your chest. That kinda hurt that you just can't escape and you make yourself think that you could have done something different, 'if only I wouldn't have said...' 'what if I wouldn't have done...' you drive yourself insane thinking of what could have been different. And the only thing that comes from that is more and more hurt.
YOU ARE READING
A book of thoughts
Historical FictionJust for me to come and write down some things that come to mind. A place to Channel my inspiration. Sometimes when I'm in my feelings it can get pretty interesting. So read if you would like, maybe you'll like it.
