sometimes i wonder if i’m asking for too much when i wish for someone to love me the same way i love.
me remembering that i’m growing older and can’t stay a teenage girl forever:
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?
everytime i have to face reality an angel loses its wings.
my soul hurts when i’m on my way to school and walk past a group of people who are going to the beach.
girlhood is having the urge to destroy your life once and for all and then adopt a new identity.
i’m tired of feeling like i’ll always be unwanted and alone.
i can’t take this anymore.
sometimes i wonder if my father ever thinks about what he has done and how his actions affected me.