You’ve watched your baby girl grow up.
You’ve been there for her as life experiences knocked her over hundreds of times.
You’ve been there for her successes, and failures.
For her strongest and weakest moments.
But now she’s in high school.
She keeps things from you now.
Things like she lost her virginity to a senior.
She got pregnant and miscarried before the second month was over.
She started smoking and cutting herself.
She writes down that she hates you and her mother for never being able to understand in her journal, which she left in the hallway when she went to see her friends.
For years I’ve been afraid of fear. My main phobia is hands. How does an artist come to be so terrified of what she needs to use to create? And im not talking like an “ew, they’re creepy” fear, I mean full blown body shakes, nightmares, parinoia, the works.
and that’s only one of the endless list that i dont want to live.
There’s also heartache after constant heartbreak, the last one also the worst one, i just cant seem to recover from. Mainly because of the loss of my very first child.
There’s also having to choose between my parents, who divorced when […]