:: 2020 15 October :: 11.24 pm
:: Mood: Deflated and empty

Hello, Woodinville...




I want to hear that I am loved. By someone... by anyone who actually believes it.

I am so broken and I'm trying to patch myself up but I keep cracking at the seams; one stitch at my elbow rips three behind my knee... one repair near my collar and a toe pops through a hole. I'm starting to feel that I am beyond repair.


What am I even holding on for anymore?

1 Puhphsheewww | Just drop a wink