You're my everything... Yet... Unless I can physically be there for you... You treat me like I'm nothing. Do I really not matter at all to you? You control me in ways that I have never been controlled before. I don't know who I am or who I'm becoming... But no matter what I would still be whoever you wanted me to be. Even if it means ripping myself apart until there isn't a single trace of who I was left... Would you love me then?
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Just another Journal 🌸
RandomIf you so desire, you can come see what my mind has to offer and the secrets I keep from the world. I guess this is "Just another typical journal from the mind of a depressed teen" 😊
