Not one scar on my heart came from an enemy.
They all came from people who claimed to love me the most.
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Not one scar on my heart came from an enemy.
They all came from people who claimed to love me the most.
Pssshhhhttttt
Dear diary,
Last night, as I hit
The floor, I realized
I should run.
As fast as my size 8 feet will take me,
Walk out the broken door of our home we built
Together and never EVER look back.
Yet here I am,
After the scathing remarks,
And bruising skin,
I’m in your bed.
The door is even disappointed in me.
It says “I’m broken, but I still open myself to it all,
Bitch at LEAST stand tall.”
I’ve decided I hold the power now. I’m not scared of you anymore.
A love for all life
I want it
– Catherine Pond
But I lost myself somewhere in that icy place.
I see the moon
And I know
The moon TRULY
Sees me.
Dear diary,
Caught my real face and it showed me how lonely and detached I am from myself. To me, that’s not me. It’s like a different person that I can look at objectively, that’s why pictures freak me out 🥲
Dissociation is real.
Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.
Am I an idiot for still hoping it’s love after all of this time?
I wish I could be normal about affection but my love language is merging souls.
Same but i think my soul is too damaged to ever merge again
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin