Those moments when you realize that those overused cliche similes are way too true for their own good.
They're like a bad smelling friend. You want to get rid of her when you have her, but as soon as she's gone you forget what she smells like and you welcome her back way too easily.
I'm being complicated.
Let's use an example.
The simile: *enter experience here* felt like someone was ripping her heart out.
When I read this sentence when I was younger, it went down easily without any second thoughts. Now that I know what this feels like, the pain in your chest accompanied by a headache and a dry cramping mouth, it makes me stop to remember what it actually feels like every time I read it in a book.
My identity crisis - still trying to decide whether I want to be a part of everyone or no one.
-Elle
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