I have a good life friends that care about me my dad has money and we are doing fine but my mom died when i was six from breast cancer she got it from pregnancy i’m always missing her even though i don’t remember her i sometimes feel its my fault she died, and on top of that i get okay grades but never good enough for my dad i stopped trying which made it worse but im no longer motivated i just don’t care anymore. He yells at me all the time saying words don’t matter but today was the worst i feel broken […]
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Saying Words
life and living, for me, is an outfit. you put on all these clothes that weigh you down but eventually, end of the day comes; time to strip ’em off and rest.
I’m afraid that I’m genuinely losing my mind. That analogy, if you can call it that, is a half finished thought. So many of my thoughts are half finished and incoherant; I’M half finished and incoherant HAHAHA! self loathing is always hilarious.
I try to wear my life for as long as possible, but I always end up stripping it off and proclaiming myself animal.
What am I saying? WHat am I writing? How is […]