I am terrified of what to say when you ask me how my day was and I cannot tell you how my mom passed out with the stove on. I am terrified because my home life is so dysfunctional. my room reflects my introverted self, how am I supposed to let someone new in? I cannot tell you how the house reflects my mother’s broken strings and her attempt to replace all that was lost. I don’t know if you will still know me if I tell you the ways I’ve learned that loss is what defeats us in life. I don’t know how to explain this all to you or if you’ll understand. I am intimidated by the way your family seems to have it all together. I am scared you won’t accept me when you get parts of me you didn’t know were there. I’m scared you won’t understand, I’m scared you will
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
I am terrified of what to say when you ask me how my day was and I cannot tell you how my mom passed out with the stove on. I am terrified because my home life is so dysfunctional. my room reflects my introverted self, how am I supposed to let someone new in? I cannot tell you how the house reflects my mother’s broken strings and her attempt to replace all that was lost. I don’t know if you will still know me if I tell you the ways I’ve learned that loss is what defeats us in life. I don’t know how to explain this all to you or if you’ll understand. I am intimidated by the way your family seems to have it all together. I am scared you won’t accept me when you get parts of me you didn’t know were there. I’m scared you won’t understand, I’m scared you will
