Yea. I sorta do shit wrong... all the time. If only people realized that by now. My mind is never made, I'm always feeling a little less of what I desire and I don't listen. At all.
I still can't really come to terms with the idea that I'm worth enough to be cared for. I don't think this is the "snap out of it, be happy" sort of shit. Cause it's so much more than that and I think it's clinical yet I also can not come to terms with the idea that I need serious help.
Whatever.
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