My Life In words

When everything starts going left, it comes back to me, tears on my face, I start thinking about what I've been through. If I’ll ever get through it. Thinking that the problem that I'm facing right now is nothing compared to what I've experienced in the past.

I've went through shit that no female in my age has experienced, actually, still experiencing. It never goes away, ever. I really do wish I'd forget but I can't. It's a part of my life.

Then it hits me, how I thought I'd forget, how I thought that by this time, I'll be totally over it, like totally. Truth is, I'm not. I don't think I'll ever forgive and forget. I'll probably even go after his ass after my death. Yeah i hate him with passion.

But how does this make things any easier for me, for my life, for my mother. I'd probably be in jail for murder right now but I'd hate to see my mom sad because of me. Her happiness means everything to me. Yeah even if it means compromising my own happiness...