Trigger warning - cutting
(These are rants, I will be okay, Please do not alert anyone ❤️❤️ - 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. They’re comforting. They’re always with me.
I don’t 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, i’m 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. I’m screaming for help at every turn, sobbinng, begging, I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME. I can’t. I lock it all away. And I don’t tell my dad, so he thinks I’m weird, and when he thinks I’m weird, he remembers he wanted a boy but he got me. He doesn’t aay it, but I know. I’m 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 didn’t take pictures. She left with the boy I’m in love with but he’s in love with her and she’s in love with his best friend and they’re dating. She says she doesn’t know, but I know she does.
So I wore the skirt for no reason basically. And the shirt isn’t bad, I just can’t take off my sweater because I have been mutilating my skin until I got tired for the past 3 days straight.


















