this year I’ve worked really hard at “fixing” myself. I have picked at scabs but I still seem to be getting nowhere. you think we would have grown up by now, but my sister still tries her best to torture me, and all this gets so damn tiring
2019. another year is passing. it has been years since I’ve created this account, and yet I still feel like the child that I was 8 years back. I still feel so lost and alone. my sister still tries to tear me apart. I am so tired, and I still want to die
Used to worry about whether I’m a person kind enough. I wonder where did that little girl go. Sometimes, I feel that the older we get, the less we become of ourselves.
Used to say that I wouldn’t even want to live past 18. Look at me now, turning 21 in a few months! I wonder what my 14yo self would have said about this
I was only 14 when I first created this account. I still think back sometimes and I really couldn’t decide whether I am better or worse off than I was back then