If you saw me on the street, you would never look twice. You'd never guess that underneath the beauty, there's an ocean of monsters, big and small, just begging to come out. They're scratching at the doors and whispering in my ear. They tell me it's my fault. They tell me that I'm worthless. And maybe they're right.
I have come to the conclusion that God made me broken and pathetic because he needed me to know what to say to my little sister when she began to break.
And the worst part is, he was my best friend. All my friends have left. Every “best friend” I’ve ever had decided they didn’t care enough about me to help me through my problems. I’m trying so fucking hard not to cry, yet it feels like every single emotion I’ve felt this past year has come rushing towards me and I don’t know how to get away. I hurt. My throat feels tingly, my eyes burn, and it’s becoming hard to breathe. I just want a friend. I don’t care about Prince Charming anymore. I just want a friend that will actually stay. I really need a fucking hug right now.
Sorry, I don’t have kik.
What do you mean owned?