Imagine. What if it had been different? What if one thing that significantly shaped who I am had not occurred. What if you had never hurt me. What if I didn’t know what pain was. What if I could have peace with who I was instead of blaming myself and seeing nothing but the faulty
Dear Me, Who’d ever thought you’d be where you are now? The fifteen year old you expected to be well off on her own doing bigger things. Instead, you’re here in a cluster fuck with still very little sense for direction in life. Your hopes and dreams, well they were just that. It’s not all
I have memories of us from time to time that playback in those moments I’m alone. Silently, I sit and stare blankly. Like a movie, the scenes flashback as if it was yesterday.. Yesterday when you hugged me, yesterday when you left me. In those moments I want to shed a tear but I can’t.
Its easy to fall into society’s idea of what’s worth something. We are made to believe the models on Instagram and in magazines are what we’re supposed to look like. Well, too bad because I love food too much. But I just wanted to make it a point that materialistic things aren’t worth the stress.
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