Back and forth, back and forth
Never have I ever felt so bloody left out and forgotten. Days like those are supposed to be celebrated with loved ones; the ones you say are the most important in your life. Yet there we were, no where near one another; no communication between us. Events just hitting repeat, same time each year; different occasions, different celebrations, different holidays. Exactly. the. same. Instead of thinking “what do I want,” I think “what pain do I want?” What pain and heartbreak am I going to trudge through, fight through, kill through, live through? To be fully and unconditionally loved and accepted as family has been the utmost harshest, heartbreaking and warlike. Ride or die, right?



















