I want somebody to feed me and have sex with me and not be someone else’s bitch while their my bitch.
I got serenaded last night. the boots, dreads, and guitar just made me fall harder. <3
I just looked through old pictures myself, before I had cancer, before I had a two foot long scar down my right leg.
in all of the pictures my skin is smooth, its beautiful. my leg is the same size as the other one. my hair is the way I want it to be. curly, red from box color, purple the next week.
i’m smiling. no one treated me differently. I didn’t have to explain myself. i didn’t struggle in school like i do now.
I believed I had good karma.
now I see someone else in the mirror. i don’t feel like the person in those pictures is me.