(ICf your mother uses you like a tool and all you wanna do is make her proud but feel like she doesn’t love you at all and just acknowledges you enough to make you want more of that little affection, just know Gregor understands you. There will be better days. Dont die.
Todas las espinas se clavaron en mi piel, cuál flor a punto de romperse. Un día vendrá algo que lave todo lo que he hecho, algo que borre todo mi jardín de flores, marchite mis violetas y oscurezca mis lavandas. Y borre la tierra con errores sembrados.