I don't remember most of my childhood. The memories pop up in my head like spurts or clusters.
She said she loved us; my mom. He could've killed us, I thought you were supposed to put your kids first. I have an idea why I hate people so much. She always told me hate was a strong word. I can hear her voice in mine. Who am I talking to when I talk to myself? The little girl in me? She doesn't want to be here anymore, i'm not sure if I want to give in. I have so much love to share with a family I want to create.
I've had too many dreams of child birth.
I don't want to be here, HERE in this shit show, around these people. I never fit into any puzzle, I feel like the extra legos when you finish a set. Why am I here. I don't want to conform to these laws and please people to make a living. I don't feel free. I like to speed, I guess because of the amount of control I have. I'm known as a speed demon. I'm the realest, most sweetest yet serious person you'll ever come across. I feel my heart is made of butterflies; it's been transformed from being hurt and damaged to growing into soft/delicate n beautiful lepidoptera. I now know my worth.
I'm on the fence about if i do continue to try and live my life or to end my life. Does anyone else feel the same ?