My may heart always stay breakable
I know I've complained a million times about being the poor little girl who's mom died. As time goes on, fewer and fewer are bothered. hardly anyone left in my life even knew her or remembers her anymore, but everyone thinks I should have moved on and stop talking about it. Maybe I'm off better than I would have been. At this point, it's impossible to know what my life would look like now if she was still alive. But everyone else gets to move on with their lives and forget about my problems.
But I don't have anyone to call me up just to talk about my day. I don't have anyone to ask for advice. I don't have anyone to encourage me and tell me I'm doing a great job at whatever I endeavor. I don't have anyone to confide and tell my secrets. I have to figure it all out myself. I have to encourage myself. I have to trust myself.
Maybe I'm a stronger and better person for what I've been through. We'll never know. I have nothing except my memories of her to keep me warm.
May my heart always stay soft, my skin never get thick, and my mind remain innocent. Oh but what it would be like to go back to the days when I didn't know what I've learned
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Break me
ChickLitwhat do you do when you can't stand to look at that page anymore but you can't turn to a new one? color over it and make a new picture.
