It's not like people are reading these entry blogs and it’s not like anyone I know to do so.
I’ve always felt a way about a lot of things.
I guess now it’s like I’m done talking, advocating and hiding behind a smile. I miss my mom and I miss myself. I miss the self who stayed inspired through chaos. She’s no longer here, and I fear she will never return because it doesn’t feel safe.
For now, I wish I never let anyone in. I wish I never knew what love felt like and I wish I never knew what it’s like when it’s gone. I wish I trusted my feelings. I wish I trusted I’m safe.
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