Believe me when I say this: it’s going to be hard. You’ll go through insufferable moments; you might think of jumping from the nearby condominium’s highest floor. You’ll want to end it all. A hole has been carved onto my chest, you would whisper to the rainy September nights. You will reach the point wherein you’ll be stabbing your flesh, pounding on your head to silence your demons.
Don’t silence them.
Make them scream.
Give him hell.
- t.d. | I Stopped (via luneaticc)