What the fuck happened to me to make me want to carve crosses on my skin? There’s no point of carving it there, I was born in sin. I was always told that God has love for all his children but now I know it’s a lie..There’s no such thing as a kind and loving God.
Call me that again there smthn soft about it. Not all the time. In the moment once in a lifetime. Catching me off guard my tongue in a twist. It’s obvious, yet not. Maybe we ignore, maybe its not soemthing yiouw ant to see and something I wish you couldn’t. Desperation isn’t a good look but I wear it so well. I’m so tired. I think I’m going to cry.
nothing is right
am i dreaming
who am i
who are you
where am i
what is this place
empty
empty
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Everyday i wake up wondering who i am and what life will be like if i were gone.and honestly i try so hard to meet people and be myself for others to enjoy but so many people hate me for nothing and try to ruin my life because im a target, im weak, im sensitive. and it hurts. but its okay because one day il either die or have people to talk to and when either of those things happen ill be happy.
