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…

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.…

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…