13h
Just thinking
Sometimes I feel like Nikki. The loss of control, the loss of self, feeling. I feel like my body only does what others tell me to do; there is no peace in my mind because of it. The moment I came from my mother's womb, I became a second thought; there was no choice in how I dressed, how I wanted my hair, no choice. And the worst part is that it brought me comfort. Comfort for the worst things to come and take me. Piece by piece. I wish I had the strength, like Nikki, to want to fight back, to want things, to think bigger for myself. Oh, Nikki, if only he had left you alone
