Trigger warning - cutting
(These are rants, I will be okay, Please do not alert anyone ā¤ļøā¤ļø - A)
I think my dad just visibly cringed st my outfit. The way the expensive sneakers he bought for me were a little worn, and trust me, I appreciate and respect them to a crazy extent. I just wear them all the time. Theyāre comforting. Theyāre always with me.
I donāt think he ever likes when I wear skirts. Perhaps he wanted a son before a girl, but he got an antisocial, awkward, and deeply sad daughter. Sure, iām writing about myself, but I can say anything and nobody will ever know its me. I spiral so much I can feel the its and bits of me peeling off. Iām screaming for help at every turn, sobbinng, begging, I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME. I canāt. I lock it all away. And I donāt tell my dad, so he thinks Iām weird, and when he thinks Iām weird, he remembers he wanted a boy but he got me. He doesnāt aay it, but I know. Iām wearing a long, flowy skirt, to match with my best friend who wanted to take pictures with me but she ended up looking better and I looked stupid. We didnāt take pictures. She left with the boy Iām in love with but heās in love with her and sheās in love with his best friend and theyāre dating. She says she doesnāt know, but I know she does.
So I wore the skirt for no reason basically. And the shirt isnāt bad, I just canāt take off my sweater because I have been mutilating my skin until I got tired for the past 3 days straight.























