Feb 2016
Hey God, I have a question.
Actually, I have a few.
Why do you like for me to be alone?
Why did you waste your time creating a person who is so unlovable that even her family walks away from her?
Why is it so **** hard for me love myself long enough for someone else to love me?
Why is it that the sound of my voice is always more important than the sound of my heart?
Why is it that when your other children mess up, it’s “everybody makes mistakes,” but when I do, it’s p r o b a t i o n.
Why is that term even allowed to exist?
Why does someone else get to determine if I am good enough to positively impact the lives of others?
Why did I spend $92 in cheap makeup to impress a boy who will probably never love me back?
Why do I bite my tongue when I need to speak and release my wrath when silence should be held?
Why is everyday a test to see if I am deserving to be on this earth?
Why am I forever and always on probation?
Actually, I have a few.
Why do you like for me to be alone?
Why did you waste your time creating a person who is so unlovable that even her family walks away from her?
Why is it so **** hard for me love myself long enough for someone else to love me?
Why is it that the sound of my voice is always more important than the sound of my heart?
Why is it that when your other children mess up, it’s “everybody makes mistakes,” but when I do, it’s p r o b a t i o n.
Why is that term even allowed to exist?
Why does someone else get to determine if I am good enough to positively impact the lives of others?
Why did I spend $92 in cheap makeup to impress a boy who will probably never love me back?
Why do I bite my tongue when I need to speak and release my wrath when silence should be held?
Why is everyday a test to see if I am deserving to be on this earth?
Why am I forever and always on probation?
