I let my arms fall like a ****** addict after his last dose
giving in to making myself feel better by sacrificing my physical body is nothing new to me
how can a ten year old girl relate to a druggie on an emotional level like he isn't her dad or anything
relatives are always there to break the thought of forgetting you aren’t as pretty as you think
have you gained a few pounds
whyd you dye your hair that color
who let you out of the house like that
does your mother look at you in the morning
doesn’t anyone else have the nerve to tell you everything you are is not good enough
you attract the wrong people
you are too emotional
too loud
too quiet
too weird
too scarred
no one cares about your problems stop shoving them down people’s throats
but somehow
I always end up the one gagging