angels and the moon

I miss myself more than anything. It used to be him. I haven’t seen him in a very long time. It was strange that day, 2 years ago. But being with him , ties down to everything. Like having myself back.  I miss her more than anything. When I’m gone, i’m not coming back. Not until a few years I mean. And I don’t want to be found. I said I get sick and don’t want to have to deal with anyone. But I don’t have any other choice, and realistically.. it was always supposed to be like this. But…

I don’t think I actually care as much anymore when it comes to seeing him, rather than being able to break free from something that really shouldn’t have went on for so long. I always told myself that If I somehow made it to the age of 18, I would leave everything behind for good. I turned 18 near the start of 2025. And although I had left my parents at the time for nearly a year and a half, I wasn’t free. Actually, I was suffocating within the walls tragically. Everything is a blur still, because i’m still not…

How can you expect them to understand? No, why would you even want that? If something truly is out of this world, do you really think you’ll have that support? Do you think you’ll be suffocated through your whole childhood with that ugly skin, just for someone to say they get it. That they believe you? You would be an idiot to even explain yourself. From the things you learned specifically when you turned 18. Yet they will mutter how you don’t know anything, when a little girl could know more than all the adults that get consumed by the…