You know how I long for a love like the ones I watch from movies, read on books, and the ones I see from couples who truly love each other?
Well, love makes me sick too.
I crave for it at the same time I loathe it.
I fear it.
I saw how my parents destroyed each other...
Yet, they decided to stay.
Which makes me so fucking angry.
They keep telling us, they stayed for our sake.
How could it be for our sake?
In the process of all that, they destroyed us.
They destroyed me.
The way they always fight. The way they almost kill each other every night. The shouting, the screaming, all the hurtful words they've thrown at each other and at us, their children who they "destroyed their lives for". They kill my spirit every time.
I'd rather not love at all if in the end, I'd end up doing all the things I hated growing up to to my children.
YOU ARE READING
Hey Mickey,
Teen FictionHey Mickey, I don't know why but whenever I'm in a deep thought or some tragedy is happening in my life or maybe even just because I feel sad, it's you who I talk to in my head. It's you who I pour my heart and soul into.
