I show affection for my pets by holding them against me and whispering I love you repeatedly as they struggle to escape from my arms
I can’t tell who I am anymore. I’m scared. Who am I? I used to be that girl in the pretty Disney princess dress that twirled and smiled like there was nothing wrong at all. Now, I hate driving because I often catch a glimpse of my tear ridden face in the rear view mirror. I used to like my eyes because of their lightness although they were the ugliest brown I could imagine. Now my eyes are dull and swollen from all the makeup that doesn’t make me pretty. And my body is sore from the tight jeans I wear to please everyone else. And my heart is tired from caring so much in such a horrible world…my heart is broken in pieces and god how I wish I had some tape or something to fix it.