THERAPY

UNTITLED

I'd like to believe that somewhere between different worlds, a more lovable version of me exists.

She loved life, wakes up early in the morning, grows up with two parents in a loving home, she loves doing chores, she is diligent in her studies, she is reliable and responsible for her siblings, she is different than me in every aspect. She is the perfect version of me. And I'd like to believe I could be all her to, if I had grew up in the right environment, under good influence and guidance, if I had been loved and protected, if I had a loving parents, if I had not been raped and abused and mistreated. I think she could've been me, too.