please look at this picture of michelle obama and sportacus
It’s too late at night to feel this way. I need a hug, or some sort of love. I just want everyone to stop feeling so important. I’m tired. 4 months of healing, only to be cut open once again. Wound feels brand new. Hate to revisit these feelings. Feels like I’m being split into two. So much conflict. No one else matters. No one allows happiness. Individuals who lead different lives. I am not you. Beliefs of my own. My happiness will not be determined by anyone but myself. Old school new ideas. Losing myself. Don’t want to lose you…know that I won’t.