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.
girlhood is having the urge to destroy your life once and for all and then adopt a new identity.
would you still want me if you realise that i’m just a melancholic girl with issues and weird interests?
i’d be happier if i didn’t feel so deeply and overthink everything but it’s hard to let go…
“she’s literally me”
me remembering that i’m growing older and can’t stay a teenage girl forever:
everytime i have to face reality an angel loses its wings.