Sorries
I think that i'm owed some sort of apology from the world, not saying it'll necessarily change anything but it's a start, i know i haven't been perfect but my imperfections aren't up for discussion right now, it's the fact that i spent years of my life accepting peoples opinions on me and their images, it's the fact that i let my opinion on myself be shaped by people who knew nothing about me, the truth is, no one knows me, i'm not even saying this in a dark and mysterious way, not one person knows me, no one other than myself, i'm my mind, i just try to deny it but i am my mind, and this past isn't as passed as everyone thinks, cause is it still the past if nothings change, who knows, me, i know
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Until she was happy
ŞiirHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
