You tell me "you can be anything you want to you have come such a long way i am so proud of you." If only you knew the real me. if only you knew the nights spent hunched over the toilet, gaggingΒ Β curled up in the bath tub, bawling hacking away at the skin i wish i could shed. wavering between trying everything life has to offer and completely giving up. You don't know where i am or where i have been. I am wasting that potential that you have always known was there. It is rotting away within me.
Based on something my manager said to me today, about how much I have matured and how I have so much potential. This is my reaction to it.