Sometimes I cant sleep. Sometimes its insomnia...other times its the monsters under my bed. The monsters I have created with past memories that bring back pure pain. I think most girls have them...if not everyone. Remember that time so and so called you fat? Ugly? A slut? Stupid? How about a horrible person? Of course you do.
So tonight they are here again stabbing me with words. I didnt feel safe anywhere as a child and I dont feel safe from these words now. Im not sure why. It didnt turn out to be the best day today but it by all means wasnt a bad day.
I used to think it was funny that people saw me as strong...so invincible. Hah! Really everything just hurt so much that it was hard to feel anything.
Things get better though, right?
