Victoria.
I do believe in fairies. I do, I do.
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Perplexed
Trying to establish when exactly being alone started to terrify me to the point of tears. I don’t mean everyone leaving me and having no friends or boyfriend kind of alone. I mean being left by myself with nothing but my own mind to occupy me for an hour or two.
When did I become so dependent on those around me to stop me from retreating into myself? So heavily reliant on the flow of superficial conversation to stop the voices within?
What am I to you?
I fear I’ve been played, just like so many times before. What I thought to be genuine has turned out to be fake. Did I ease your boredom for a little while? Do you like knowing that you have me right where you want me?
Must stop wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Some days I wish I could just disappear, I feel it would be easier
I hate my stomach and my thighs. I hate my hair and my teeth. I hate how my clothes look on me. I hate my voice. I hate how I talk to people. I hate that everything gets to me and I care too much. I hate that I’m never smart enough. I just want to be everything that I’m not.
