fine skinny love
Ah, the joyous occasion of being dumped. When it happened to me, I was in class when I got that ‘we need to talk’ text. After class, we had a phone call and we broke up. I curled into a ball on my floor and I bawled and howled. It was ugly I’ll tell you that. What was even uglier were the days to come. You can never truly understand a breakup until you’re going through it, and for me I poetically refer to my mourning period as my circles of hell. for they felt/still feel like it. The actual circles of hell represent different sins, each with its own degree of wickedness.I interpolated my breakup and this concept and for me ,each circle represents a major feeling I felt (with my personal ranking of the feeling). I also added songs/specific lyrics that spoke to me as I was wallowing. welcome to hell Circle One: Helplessness degree of foulness 9/10 Mitski in ‘Francis Forever’ says : ‘ I don’t know what to do without you,I don’t know where to put my hands……i don’t think i could ...