I don’t know where I’ll be in two months or two years. This place has chewed me up and spat me out on many occasions but I’ve turned around and fought back “Fuck you!” Look at me, I’ve made it. Little old me. The girl who thought she couldn’t achieve anything, zooming around with confidence and stride. Who, for the first time in her life, has people pining over her. I CAN survive anywhere and I WILL survive anywhere.
To my body, I am sorry. I fucked up. I worked hard at respecting you and my mind. I fucked up.
To my family, I fucked up.
I did this all to myself and now it feels as though I was to throw up my entire body inside out.
in the midst of gifts i don’t say thank you
there is always something to be angry about
one thing that makes me more and more bitter
it makes me less trusting
it makes me hate more
it makes me feel my failure
i can never get what i want