im rereading breaking dawn, and i just read this part that i had marked off from the last time i read it, and i think it fits how i feel perfectly, so here it is.

“I didn’t want to see this, didn’t want to think about this. I didn’t want to imagine him inside her. I didn’t want to know that something I hated so much had taken root in the body I loved. My stomach heaved, and I had to swallow back vomit.”

yeah... i really need to just die and get it over with.