0livegreen asked: haha thanks for the reblog. didnt think anyone would read that long-ass story
Totally not being creepy, but I make it my business to see where the hurt is out there and let someone know someone somewhere somehow listened, read, cared. It isn’t much, but its the best I can do. Keep being awesome and telling it like it is, I like your work.
Being second to the people you put first.
Those tears that she sheds from her eyes are getting older and more useless each time. She’s been hurt and betrayed so many times that it’s natural to cry, but its become a habit. Soon her heart has been beaten up so much that she no longer cries or feels the pain, she’s used to it by now, and THAT is sadder than any reason that she has cried before.
the day i get my wings, i know i'll fly to you: "she will never change. don't let her change you."
my father said.
but after nine wincingly painful years of growing up and raising myself, i had aways thought that it was true. she wil never change. my mother will always stay the way she is. he called it “a hundred year old tree that grows up slanted.” the tree can never force itself to stand…
