It's something i didn't want to happen, but then i was already down.
I want somebody to purposely love me. To feel passion whole, to see the path of my heart and choose to follow it not because it can't be helped, but because they desire to do so.
please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!
do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!
I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I remain soft. May I still be compassionate, full of love, and see hope in everything, and may I never become something that once broke me.
If you are a daughter, and you have a mother, you know what it is.
The thing.
The slimy uncomfortably object not materialized that can never be said out loud to each other, or else it will become truth.
it's true. you're sure of it. you've been talking about it quiet as the mouses, in the kitchen, trying to find barely there crumbs with your sister ever since you both been old enough to see the same pain in each others eyes.
The house was shook.
I cried, accidentally, which made everything worse.
Mother told her piece.
but then again, has she ever not said her piece?
I said sorry.
i was not sorry, but there is no reason to extend something that i know will not lead to anything but pain. only for me
She went to bed.
I did the same. There is no use in crying for the spilled milk.
there is no use in crying for a pain that will never go away because the cause simply cannot understand how it can hurt someone in the first place
Can the boogeyman ever go away if we pretend that is not under the bed?