It happened again. Daddy told me the way I tell people things is as if I’m always right… And that I should stop it.
It hurts. It hurts a lot.
I don’t know what to say, something that can come out of my mouth that isn’t poison.
Everything I say is poison. Everything in my head is poison. Am I stubborn or incapable? I do not know.
It hurts. I’m sorry.
I know, like I always do. Poison seems to flow in my veins. How do I stop it? Being sensitive hurts myself, being insensitive hurts others..
Right now I lay in bed without an idea of what to do with my life. Once again I struggle with myself. I have too many things to think about that I’m about to break.