I am not writing or reading…dont know why. Wednesday night I had a serious chat with my mother and I still cant believe what I told her. Its crazy but truth is honesty can never fight denial.
Its just no one will ever get it, no one will ever accept it. It hurts when people I love try to fix me, im not broken im not. I just have something to say, listen. Either hate me or accept me but dont tell me I need to grow up.
Tomorrow I plan to wake up early. Need to start workout.
I cant fight things and a part of me has accepted it which is why I find it hard to do things I love. My stories, my books.
Im in a phase where Dawn and Hope are both four letter words to me.
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