i am sorry but i am not a realistic girl. i love being just a tiny bit delusional. i love romanticizing my life. i love thinking im in a fantasy world always.
the further you get away from an abusive situation and the longer you‘ve had to clear your head, the more and more bizarre it gets to look back on the environment you had adapted into believing was ok. it can take years to start feeling that clarity, but once it comes it’s wild