Why
Why is it that I was once the little child whom everyone had told had "so much love"? So much love, to love strangers, family, friends, enemies, celebrities, authors? So much love for music, poetry, books, art, dancing, school, writing, laughing? What happened to me? I was once the little girl whom was filled with love, how did I become so angry and empty? I think it started when I realized that not all the things and people I have loved not always loved me. That my father, whom I believed loved me but just couldn't pull himself out of his own addiction, still adored his little "Sweet Pea". I believe it started when I watched my father beat and often try to murder my mother whom only loved him with everything she ever had besides her kids. We always came first. I believe it started when I realized, you put so much love into this world with the thought that all will be returned. I think we need to brace ourselves to the fact that we, whom are passionate and give love to all those who may not be all deserving, will stand upon it with their dirty shoes as they stare you in the eye. So do not love with all you have because who is going to love you when you can't even love yourself?~ Riley Sky
