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@lostcauseartist
Love will always be a writer's paradox — how you long for it all your life, only to find out your words despise it.
There’s death, and then there’s the realization that it doesn’t get better and it never will.
My favorite loser is me when I feel utter disgustful hatred for my father but my eyes say otherwise.
How everything would be different… if that one thing was.
I refuse to be k*lled by a misogynist, patriarchal man(father). As my final act of rebellion, I could /would/shall choose death.
May the friends who left you without reason never find you again.
Take me back to the time when I used to feel things
And it slipped from my hands– in a blink, I lost everything I wanted for so long.
All the roads lead me back to the girl who was begging God to give her a disease so severe that she would lose all her weight.
Perhaps we will meet again some sunny day and talk about what really happened.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd be someone's first love.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd be your loving daughter.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd be the girl he can love back.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd be a happy teenager.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd be born at some other place , in another world, with a better father and in a calm home.
Maybe in another lifetime, My mother would raise me confident.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd not hate everything about me.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd fall in love with myself.
Maybe in another lifetime, I'd be everything. I would paint, sing ,dance, write,act, travel, laugh.
Maybe in another lifetime, I would want to live.
I let these voices in my head scream and I wonder why can't I sleep at night.
Sometimes I do hate myself for not loving me enough .
Other days i just hate myself for not being good enough.
-k
I am afraid of whom I have become; afraid of whom I am becoming : I am also afraid of whom I want to become.
- and that's the scariest place to be in and it's the messiest someone can ever be.
- K
And that's the thing about it beloved
No one can ever hate me ;the ways in which I hate myself.
No one can do harm of me ; the ways in which I harm myself.
-k
This self hate would be the death of me
someday.
-disappointing my inner child.
Ohh!!! to think like that...