I Wish I Could Hate Him, But I’m Not That Kind Of Girl
I refuse to fill myself with hate just because things didn’t go how I wanted them to. That’s for everything in life.
I refuse to fill myself with hate just because things didn’t go how I wanted them to. That’s for everything in life.
The stigma of genital herpes overshadowed pieces of myself that I vowed I’d never lose sight of—my confidence, my weirdness, my true sense of self.
This might sound like a list of nothings to you, but this list right here, it means everything to me.
I remember hearing the sirens and seeing the ambulance’s lights in the distance, but my focus was elsewhere.
See, my head is full of imaginary scenarios, and false hope that takes up too much space. Because even though we ended a long time ago, I still have a tiny bit of hope inside of me. I still believe. And that’s what makes it worse. Because you don’t owe me anything anymore.
She doesn’t need much to have a good time.
I used to believe that artists have to starve.
I think many of us have been so afraid to be self oriented and be called selfish for most of our lives that we have made a habit for living for our world and other people, and self sacrificed our real dreams.