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I wanted to watch a movie with my mom. But she said no. She needed to spend more time with dad to fix things. Guess that makes sense. We're just temporary. He's not. We're not as important. I know she doesn't mean it that way. But it 's hard as we don't get much time together. I know she loves me. I just want her to pay attention to me as well. Is that so wrong?
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This is, and will always be my life. 
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