i’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse,
being able to see the good of everything.
sometimes i wonder if my father ever thinks about what he has done and how his actions affected me.
sometimes i wonder if i’m asking for too much when i wish for someone to love me the same way i love.
girlhood is having the urge to destroy your life once and for all and then adopt a new identity.
i’d be happier if i didn’t feel so deeply and overthink everything but it’s hard to let go…
would you still want me if you realise that i’m just a melancholic girl with issues and weird interests?
“she’s literally me”