i have a 10,000 word document somewhere that contains a singular letter i wrote for someone i was with last year, i think my compassion died along with the final word of that shit
wow looking through childhood photos really hits hard because throughout the years its visible how my parents started lacking care for me or atleast documenting my growth
i hate when my mother posts photos of childhood me because there was alot more spark and joy in that kid than what there is now and to not know where it all went wrong kills me
i hate when my mother posts photos of childhood me because there was alot more spark and joy in that kid than what there is now and to not know where it all went wrong kills me