I hate myself. I really do. I hate having to give in to my dads fucking rules. I LOVE my septum and I have to take it out.
I can't afford to keep it. I don't even have the energy to talk about it anymore.. I just keep crying.
Fuck me and my joke of a life.
I. Hate. Myself.
And you dad. Fuck you..
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whatever will be. will be.
I'm not sure what I'm doing with this just yet, but nice to meet you.
I'm not sure what I'm doing with this just yet, but nice to meet you.
All there is to tell.
- Monica Oℓivia.
- This is me, all of me. My thoughts and feelings and words. All at the time I feel them, explained in the only way I know. Take it or leave it.
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