screaming reflections.

It's definitely been worse, but that's hard to accept. That things aren't as bad as they have been, or as bad as they are for other people. That doesn't help. Telling ourselves that people have it worse doesn't make the pain disappear. It's been a long road, a road full of mistakes and repetition of them. No matter where we step we find ourselves back in the same position, feeling the same way surrounded by the same empty nothingness that we've desperately tried to fill. Fill with hollow friendships, nights, substances. Our voids rip opened until there is nothing but an outline of what we used to consist of. It's definitely been worse, but that's hard to accept... everything's hard to accept these days.