you know smths just not right when you yearn a hug frm your mother but you are actually afraid to ask for it…or you actually believe there’s a chance she wouldnt give you one
nobody talks in this house anymore. nobody does a lot of stuff in this house anymore. but i also i dun wanna ask cos i dun wanna know what happen that day, or the other day, or the other. i dun have the strength to be your punching bag again. its killing you inside cos you think i dun care anymore right?
its a disease. we are all slowly dying frm it. its just a matter of who will succumb to it first.
