today is monday
in an attempt to please my absent father, my mum and i are trying to make my hair turn brown again.i miss my green hair already.
there's something comforting about eating breakfast for dinner. but other things comfort me too and they aren't so good. my addictions are getting worse and worse, more harmful and more painful. i want out.
your words, they hurt. but you're almost always right -- especially when it comes to this. you hold up a mirror and i see myself, which isn't always what i want to see.
love is motivation. and yours is pure.
my world may not always be real, but my heart is.
*bex