I try not to think about it but every time i try not to think about i think about it.
Most kids wake up to a loving parent, or an alram clock. I wake up to a bloody nose and sprained wrist.
Most kids eat a healthy breakfast. I eat whatever I can if there is any.
Most kids have a different uniform everyday. I wear the same one.
Most kids have lots of friends. I might have one.
Most kids don’t get bullied day-to-day. I’m lucky to not get bullied three times a day.
When most kids get home their parents say hello and fix dinner. I get shoved against a wall and am unconscious for atleast an hour.
When most kids go to bed, they are snuggled warm under covers having wonderful dreams. I am laying on the floor beging to not wake up the next morning.Reblog if you are against child abuse.
This won’t ruin your blog. Have a heart.
i hate waiting it’s like waiting for a train that already took off but then again waiting seems to be good as well because life is an endless wait
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i feel like when i imagine something and try to put in into real life that only what i imagine is only in the head.
There’s always that one person. No matter how many relationships they’ve had, how many times they didn’t respond to your text, how many times they ignored you, how many times they made you feel like you didn’t matter, how many times you sit on the floor crying because of them, or made you feel like shit; no matter how many times you say they don’t matter. Deep down, every time that they text you, look at you, give you a hug, even just say your name; your walls break down and you can’t help but be happy. Even if you don’t want to be.
If you want to see the rainbow, you gotta go through the rain. If you wanna find true love, you gotta go through the pain.
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