Some people dont get shit.
They dont understand that the stuff they say hurts. Honestly, it's horrible knowing that they dont think about my feelings
But its not the insults that hurt the most.
Its the fact that the people/person I thought loved me the most.
Could make me hate myself so fucking much.
So much that I turned back onto things.
Bad things. Things that I regret every day.
Im stuck with the impacts your actions caused. The physical scars may have healed.
But the mental ones are still there.
Everyday.
Haunting me.
Reminding me of the words that came out of your mouth.
But it hurts so much.
Because maybe.
Just maybe.
The words you said...were true.
