I thought I'd staved them all but 1 tear has officially fallen. I want to be loved and cared for. It's not okay that I'm invisible and people don't see me as desirable or even see me at all.
It's not okay that I should live a life I don't want.
How did the slaves do this?
I don't think I'm going to get better.
Maybe I should just spend the $250 on 2 cooking classes for dumplings that I already know how to make. Better than leaving all this money to my brother.
I'm out of ideas on what else to do with my life.
I thought I was past this moment but here it is full force. Maybe I shouldn't have come to Seattle.
I just ate so I know I'm not hungry.
I can say that 8 week timeline of waiting to contact a boy that doesn't like you really did nothing. I want to contact him just as badly.
I mean, I'm a girl that had a crush on a guy for 10 years, so 8 weeks is nothing.
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