I wrote paragraphs trying to put into words what the constant lump in my throat meant. Why the air felt sharp every time I inhaled. Trying to put a score between one to ten how bad the dull ache in my chest is. How it's possible to vomit air and still have an aftertaste. Feeling cold even in the summer.
None of them could encapsulate my feelings better than those four words.
Let this be a place where I can wallow in self-hatred and let it keep me warm.
