father’s day for many is hard. this post is dedicated to those who see the cards come out and feel sick. some fathers leave, some abuse, some neglect, some have passed away. whatever the case may be, it can be trying. i hope you get through the day feeling as good as possible. just another day in the year. remember you are not obligated to love someone who hurts you even if it’s a parent. for those who have good fathers, i hope you have the best day with them.

People love to come back to me once they figure out that my aura, personality, energy, and love is one of a kind. Trust, you won’t find me or the way we meshed in any replacement. I’m unmatched. Period.

the older I get, the more attractive stability becomes……………… i just want some god damn peace of mind and a non-stressful environment

when you’ve mastered the art of being quietly mentally ill, especially at a young age, being loud only ever feels wrong

Sometimes it makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can't stop it. Sadness is familiar. It’s comfortable but everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it's addicting, because I know sadness, and I know sadness very well. And there's a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after a while. There’s just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it's supposed to be.