my whole life i've always felt like i've had to fight for people to love me the way that i've loved them. i've done this since i was little because i've always noticed that the love was never matched. starting with my daddy. i use to always try so hard to get him to love me the way that i loved him. it was to the point where when he wouldn't call or come see me for a long time i would cry every night to my mama about missing him and we'd call him and he wouldn't answer and sometimes i would even make her drive to sewanee to try and see him just to find out that he had my brothers and not once attempted to come get me and spend time with me. no matter how hurt i was by any of that .
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of a Broken Hearted Girl.
PoetryDated diary notes in the purest form of a heartbroken girl.
