I love her so much.

A pit in my stomach is made better by scratches on my arm. God I'm a waste.

I want to be heard, not hurt.

I'm going to feel pretty at some point, right?

Staying up late and hiding in another room and crying is normal, right?

Mmmmmm insomnia. I want to sleep, but I'm strangely afraid too. On one level I know it's from the nightmares I've been having, and on another I have this strange fear that I'm going to be attacked in my sleep.

"But, the same moon, you see, found us two/The pouring rain is gently wrapping it/In this world there is only one place which can't be replaced/Only you! You're my only home, under the same sky." - Leah Dizon "Under the Same Sky"

I don't give up because I never even try 🤷‍♀️

Then so am I.

That moment when you realize that you spend the waking hours of the day counting the minutes until you can go to sleep and escape the world.