jfcxfelicity:
felicity paused, she didn’t speak right away. “i don’t know if i should be offended? because while i know you probably meant well with the first part of that spiel, it couldn’t help but sound a little condescending. why should i always try to understand others when they won’t even scratch the surface when it comes to me?” felicity’s tone was flat, she wasn’t snippy or sarcastic. felicity honestly just wanted to know why. it was a big question throughout her life: ‘why were my parents drug addicts? why didn’t they care about me? why did my aunt have to die the way she did? why am i not enough?’. sighing, felicity massaged her temples. “its not what i’ve done. it’s what people have done to me.” shaking her head she mumbled, “thanks for trying but i don’t think you’ll understand.
“Maybe I can try if you explain to me.” She shrugged. Most people didn’t understand her either. Lots of people had no idea what it was like to be abandoned in an orphanage and grow up in it with no family that could really love her, Bailee has the same feeling of rejection growing inside her all her life. “I mean, we all have problems, my life is a fucking mess... It’s always have been like that, so I think I can try.”













