Who I really am
If you THINK you know me, well think again because you don’t… I’m not who you think I am; I’m an insecure girl who has been treated like crap their entire life. It's almost like I never made it back after taking a dive. I’ve been treated like I'm five but yet I'm expected to act mature, Not how but why, Just why does life work this way I don't quite understand, Or at least not yet… as I grow older I may put the pieces together to understand Why I was never enough to her, Or when I will be, I still have a long way to go so I guess I’ll never know. It isn't always a happy ending… that only happens in fairytales, and fairytales are faker than your childhood Barbie. It's so unfortunate that happy endings rarely happen, that's the hard crap that you do sometimes have to face. Yes, It can be hard, but sometimes you have to try, Just try to push through to darkness and hope you don't run into anything that makes you question or regret your entire life. Here my cat is licking her fur but all she does is eat, drink, sleep and purr in the same sense that my only purpose in life is to eat, drink, sleep, get yelled at then pretend like it didn’t occur. It’s really hard to believe in faith when the only thing God has ever done is let you down. How can one ever learn if one is always being scolded for no reason whatsoever. How and/or will we ever learn If we can’t just have freedom? Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually alive or this is all one big dream, coma or just me zoning out. How can one revolt if one cannot assimilate? The answer is that you can’t, It’s actually quite impossible. Childhood is one of the most important, but still one of the most common things spoiled. It's one of the main things that leads the path to the rest of life. Bad childhood can lead to bad P.T.S.D. or Depression later in life, I happen to already have P.T.S.D. and I'm still a kid in other words I haven't finished my childhood. I’m glad other kids don’t go through what I go through, they wouldn't last a day. I get jealous of other kids for having both parents or a parent that's EXTREMELY loving and caring, meanwhile I don't either, I only have one parent and she cares just not about my emotions or my mental health.
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