im never going to get better.
i know that.
i know that for a fact.
and people keep saying it will get better but nobody sees the truth.
i cant get better.
and i know that because when i look at her, i see myself.
i see her and i see how she has lived in pain her whole life and shes still not better.
i see how she puts her faith in god every single fucking day and shes still not better.
i see how she prays at least three times every day and shes still not better.
i see how much of an amazing person she is, extremely selfless and kind and shes still not better.
i see how she cries every time shes alone because she knows she has so many people to live for, yet still feels so lonely and shes still not better
i see how shes been suffering for all 72 years of her god damn life and shes still not better.
i see how when she looks at me, shes upset with the fact that i have to go through the same thing as her.
so she knows too.
she knows that ill never get better.
and how does she know that?
because shes still not better.
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in my feels
Ngẫu nhiênig this is kind of a way for me to write about my feelings or something. i got this idea from @overthinkinglester and i thought it might be cool to try. even though ill never be as good of a writer as they are, im gonna try me best :')
