Carpe Diem that shit.

US History homework = still not finished. Por queeee.

I have some issues that nobody can see, and all of these emotions are pouring out of me.

My mom didn’t even call to say happy birthday. She sent a message over facebook.

Want.

She and her brother light up my world.

Set your sights higher. Fall in love with me.

To be honest, I miss my mother more than anything. Even though I usually ignore her because I’m prepared for heartbreak. I still think of mine and my sister’s childhood. How you used to tuck us in at night, singing us a lullaby. How you would somehow get presents underneath the tree, even if they were from a donation. Now it has all changed. The devil has become your neighbor. He creeps in at night with a bottle, feeds you until you forget who we are. You stumble and find a dark hole to crawl in. You dont come out until we’ve been torn to shreds. You’ve apologized and sung us the same song, but its not the same. Your trust has been broken. And I don’t feel your love. Maybe someday you’ll find home.

I am indestructible. Who cares if a few tears have been shed, who cares if I’ve been ashamed. I am myself. That is all.