maryland.
I used to be that girl who collected rocks along the sea shore. I don’t remember her anymore. Funny how I don’t remember the last time I looked at a rock twice.
march1
I was physically abused when I was young by a family member. He would never leave any marks that’s what his specialty was. No one knew or even had a clue and to this day I don’t know why I kept my mouth shut. It stopped when he hot divorced to my aunt. I haven’t seen him since and its been almost 9 years. I came to terms with this a reaally long time ago. But I can’t help but think if his actions drove me to get out of this shit town and finally do something. Moral of this story? Vent when needed.
021909
Febuary 19 2009 was the day my bestfriends father had passed away. I always considered him a father figure in my life. My parents knew both of her parents and were very close. He fed me whenever I was hungry, he sheltered me and was always there when I needed anything at all. I miss him so much and to this day I think about him everyday. And I hope he is looking down from heaven and I know he is proud of his wonderful daughter and son.
i was done.
for so long it’d always seemed worth it. even if i couldn’t explain what exactly was worth anything, i felt it. down in my soul, in the depths of my very being, i had to have him, be his. sure, after some fights i’d yell that i was finished with it; nod in agreement with everyone…
dance so good - wakey wakey
Sometimes I just want to leave. Like this place is irrelevant. You keep bringing up the past like its still present. Kill me already I have nothing to live for. You made me this way. You made me feel like I’m worthless which I am too you. And too myself. My self esteem is so low. What do I need? Affection. From you. Not criticism. I need you to be a part of my life or not be a part at all.
