I just want the pain to stop. I keep rushing to be sick.
Cutting off your nose to spite your face comes to mind, except it's hurting more than one person.
How do you move on? When you had your future mapped out for the first time, why does someone have the right to smash that to bits? To end your life as you know it? To suck away every happy thought?
I want to go back in time. I want it to work. I want it to be over.
I want to go home.