More than the label of your sexuality, your gender, your shoe size. More than a number on a scale or a word that someone you love once called you. You are capable, you are beautiful, and you are brilliant… I promise.
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Anyone who I date would need to understand my constant need to reference to Harry Potter.
This.
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Rilo Kiley - A Better Son / DaughterSometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs
I know I can’t breathe
And hope someone will save me this time
And your mother’s still callin you insane and high
Swearin it’s different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
That god never blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
Crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you love things just because
Like the sick and dyingAnd sometimes when you’re on
You’re really fuckin on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fuckin cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through
You’ll fake it if you have to
And you’ll show up for work with a smile
You’ll be better
And You’ll be smarter
And More grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you’ll be awake
You’ll be alert
You’ll be positive though it hurts
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you’ll be a real good listener
You’ll be honest
You’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy
so sorry
I am so sorry I have never been good enough for you. I am so sorry that the only one who ever made you proud ran away because she was too fucked in the head to keep up. I held up my end of the deal. I tried being better, I tried making the relationship not as awkward. I tried ignoring the fucked up past but it’s you who can’t seem to get past it. So as the days pass, the tension rises, the awkward silences become more frequent. Until you burst on the only person that you ever speak your mind to. The one who always puts up with your bull shit. The one who has to relay the messages of anger and frustration because you are too small to stand up for yourself. The one who deserves so much more but here she is, right by your side. I will be so much better. I will be my own person and I will never again be a burden on anyone else. I am so sorry I have never been good enough for you.
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