How can people like us...with fucked up brains like ours...How do we know what love is?

I would get this feeling like I am floating outside my body looking down on myself and I HATE WHAT I SEE

Everytime I feel good I think it will last forever but it doesn't.

And everytime it's a huge disappointment.

I would do anything for one pure second of euphoria.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.