"People always think you cry, when you’re unhappy. They think you spend your days sobbing into your..."

“People always think you cry, when you’re unhappy. They think you spend your days sobbing into your pillow and listening to sad music on loop. It can be, I’m sure – but it isn’t for me. It’s a stale, empty, numbness. Like you’re speaking with a comma between every word. That, slow, dull, grey, pace, of nothingness.”

- extract // broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)