I have love hate relationship with my pain.
In my mental pain I find these days comfort,
but physical pain, oh I hate it.
Not because it hurts.
But because if someone finds out they want from me to take a painkiller,
and in that moment when I heard that world painkiller I am back in our convos...
The only thing I can think about is your question: What do you think, after how many ibalgins can something happen to me?
In that moment I feel tears coming to my eyes thinking about this.
Just because of me...
I was the fucking reason why you wanted to die....
ME. The person who was supposed to be your best friend...
Yet I still don't know what I did wrong...