I literally can feel myself changing, deciding what just isn’t going to cut it for me anymore, I feeeel the disgust of bare minimum. I’ll never be the same again.
If I’m going to get married and you want me to have your children, I need to be ridiculously spoiled, extremely loved, and put on a pedestal because a ring is not enough.
I want to cry so bad, I feel it welling up in my eyes, a couple tears will fall, and then it goes away but then comes right back and the cycle continues.