Jen

it was real at the beginning or maybe I was just naive. I don't want to blame you but you gave me no choice. You've lied and still, you made me feel sorry for it. And for that, I wish that you would stay away,  please, I beg like how you beg me to be someone that I'm not. oh please, help me forget you because you remind me so much of my foolishness

you know i'm right, the battle's so tight. couldn't choose if it's you or the time that I fight.

I’ve always been worried about having scars after being hurt. I think it’s because some people see my scars as damage, and then they make up these stories inside their heads like they know how I got it. And I hate it. I hate it because I know how hard I’ve tried to prevent it, and yet I can’t dodge those fucking bullets. When people judge me through my scars, I feel like they invalidate my hard work.