It hurts in my chest like a weight is pressing me down. I have short breaths, pinched by pain and negative thoughts. They race around my mind madly. I guess this is just how it goes. I’m sad and heartbroken still and trying my best to move on. My life is a lonely place sometimes, and that’s hard to swallow. I get sick and people abandon me. They realize I’m actually quite insane, and then want nothing to do with me. Sad but true. I guess I’m just full of thoughts. Most of them bad.