Oh no she didn't!

The tightening pain that captures my heart, literally, happened all over again. It hurt so, so much. All I wanted to do was punch at my chest for a fantastic 10 minutes, of what felt like 1 mother fucking hour. I went to Church today and suprisingly, didn't want to be there. Not because mass has its boring aspects, but because I didn't want to face God today. I don't know, it just wasn't my day at all. When it all happened I didn't even expect myself to have the audacity to let it stop. Break me, shake me, make me. That's what this shit does to me. Man I wish it would all just end already, ffs, it's ruining my life in such a great deal.