I hate it when it's my family that makes me go to my lowest place. I hate that I just have to hear one word and I'm spiraling. It hits me differently when it comes to family, even if they don't even mean to be mean. They could say the smallest thing about my biggest insecurity and I'll start balling. I guess what I'm trying to say is to be carful with me because you never really know how broken I am. Sometimes I don't know either, if I'm being honest.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
