written by Marianne Williamson , Speech given by Nelson Mandela
(Source: samljackson, via daniellemertina)
I wear a size 8, try on these shoes. Teardrops on tile old as me, this is not the life I choose. Only the life I live. Would you believe they think the world of me, with my poetry and creativity, yet my own father thinks so little. We share the same blood and yet he says their lives would be better off without me. Imagine the ache in my heart, to hear that from my blood, the man who once held me. Hates me. I could go on, but I’d only be digging a deeper grave for my sanity.
All Sinatra Everything by Logic
(via thatkidmomo)
At 3 AM my daddy officially broke my heart… I didn’t cry right away because I was numb. But I am feeling it now…..
My sister sat me down and told me somethings and conversations that I did not know was going on between her and dad. And while she was still kind to me, it hurt so so so bad. I never knew my dad hated me so much.
I can’t even look at him in the face cause it hurts. ;(
What did I do wrong???
I miss my mom, why did she have to die…
I miss my friend.
-_-
Answer:
Lol yes inspector