Okay so I told my dad most of my problems. I thought he was emotionally abusing me uh turns out that was just my brain silly me I know haha! There was a HUGE lack of communication and I was afraid so Steven just interpreted my father's words how he wanted to
But I'm all good. I'm doing better actually besides the eating disorder or just drain from work but uh yeah. How are you guys doing??
YOU ARE READING
poems/qoutes/thoughts
Poetry(made the cover myself) do I look like I fucking know what's going on!? But fr tho grab some popcorn this shit good
