Torture

I really seem to love torturing myself, and not in any fun way. Just the ways that make you hate yourself for overanalysing, for caring enough to try and see the difference. For asking questions, for finding some way to connect any song to how you feel.

For not being able to comfort a friend, for not having the words to express the understanding you have. For needing the same things, for hating yourself for needing them. For not being able to speak your mind, for wondering.

For knowing that how I feel means nothing.