thepocketmouse:

He: What’s the matter with you?

Me: Nothing.

Nothing slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing, they will say, surprised, in the way that they are forever surprised, ‘But there was nothing the matter with her.’

But the thing is, it’s the person’s fault for saying nothing in the first place.
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