When one person walks out on you you get pissed and cry and wonder. Am I ever gonna be the same?
But when a second person walks out on you you break. You fall to the floor and lose all the pieces you thought you had finally put together and you know Deep in your soul that you can’t fix this and you think to yourself it has to be your fault. Its the only thing that makes sense. I must be too ugly, too fat, or too sad to be loved.
I guess I just have to admit it.
Im going to never know the feeling of wrapping my arms around someone wether its my mother, boyfriend, husband. Im just never going to have any of it. And its all because I’m damaged goods. How could anyone ever love me if my own fucking mother couldn’t?
Isn’t she suppose to be their for you and be the one person to not make you feel this way? I’d expect it from a guy. But never in my life would I have thought a mom could walk away from a 7 year old crying-screaming mommy come back.
What did I do wrong?
my milkshakes bring all the boys are the yard and they’re like “your friend is hot”
i wanna make out with someone aggressively like against a wall or something
I really want to have twins and name them Rosemarie and Ryan ♥ so I can call them Ro and Ry
after 6 months of therapy I haven’t gotten any better in fact i’m cutting deeper and eating less than ever before. but she dosent know and I don’t think ill ever tell her I don’t need her to tell my dad and then never be treated the same again.
My arm aches and burn and my stomach needs something to eat.