questionable

I want to write a list, a list of all my favourite things- things I say constantly to deaf ears. I’m tired of waiting for people to ask what I like. I want to scream it until they all know. I’m going to write it all down. In case I die. So at least someone- anyone might read it.

Here I stand. far away from everything I knew. Far away from the chaos. From the destructive path I tore as I burned. I think back to who I was, Burning others as my flesh melted off the bone. Why bother.

Issues with mothers You were a girl who struggled. You picked up smoking at work, It tasted bad but it helped you cope. Now I am a girl who is struggling. A girl who misses her mother, Smoking out the window in the morning. Just like you did, mom

@Zakyyyy13 nnnn no shit >:}