all i'll ever be to men is an object i don't understand. i am more. so much more than just tits and a vagina. i am a human. a little girl. with feelings. i feel. i crave. i hurt. you don't own me. i am not your doll. not your toy. you don't get to … Continue reading He won. I lost.
I'm so confused. I'm so muddled. I don't understand why. I really cannot figure it out. I am living the dream. Literally. I am where I always dreamed I'd be. But it doesn't feel right? I'm infuriated with myself for feeling this way. Why am I not appreciating this? Why am I not grateful? Well, … Continue reading So confused.
New York's a big city you never really feel alone in these streets But inside i feel so lonely. There's a difference between, being alone. and feeling lonely. I don't feel alone. It's impossible to. literally. when you walk the streets there's no way you could ever. But feeling lonely. that's a whole nother story
I love small towns Man I wish I grew up in a small quaint town Maybe down South or up North, who knows But it seems like such a dream living in one Where everyone knows each other's name.. and business (haha) But small towns just seem so full of love and they let you … Continue reading Small Towns