Don’t treat me like I’m something broken or that you’re afraid of who I am. Only the ones who really know me are afraid, but they have a good reason to be. To everyone else I’m partway between Honors student doll and walking disaster. I can break hearts while keeping my mascara from running, I didn’t use to not cry. But daddy and mommy dearest shattered me and ground the windows to my soul into powdered glass. You’re lucky if I don’t shoot you down on sight. Another lie I live, liking both girls and guys. ” It’s just a phase.” 5 years is a pretty damn long phase. I want to be whole and clean and happy. I want a girlfriend to love and pepper with kisses and cuddles. I want to be a normal f****** teenager who can ask out her crush and not cry alone in the f****** bathroom. I’m just another casualty in the world’s war on itself, somedays I honestly want the whole place to burn.
