sometimes i wonder if my father ever thinks about what he has done and how his actions affected me.
i’m tired of feeling like i’ll always be unwanted and alone.
i can’t take this anymore.
girlhood is having the urge to destroy your life once and for all and then adopt a new identity.
i’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse,
being able to see the good of everything.
sometimes i wonder if i’m asking for too much when i wish for someone to love me the same way i love.
everytime i have to face reality an angel loses its wings.
i’d be happier if i didn’t feel so deeply and overthink everything but it’s hard to let go…