I wish I could find a way to articulate my pain besides this. I tell my friends ‘I’m struggling again’ or 'It’s hard for me to eat.’ And while those words are true, they are not the truth. The truth is that there is a pain, an emptiness that sits in my chest and gnaws at my soul. The truth is that most days I feel like I can’t breathe and I can’t seem to find the reason why. The truth is that I’m so desperately lonely and I long only to bare my soul to someone; to cry with desperation and let my pain hang freely in the space between us so I don’t have to swallow it alone anymore. The truth is that I know no other way to deal with the pain besides this.
First of all, that insult could have used a little work. Second of all, the pain and humiliation I feel daily are immense. For someone like you to cut someone like me deeper, well, heh, you must have problems yourself, buddy. So I feel bad for you and HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME I'M GONNA MAKE YOU EAT THOSE GODDAMN WORDS!