my reality
I was 6 when I realized the world didnt care about me, that no one wanted to hear about my pains or see my tears. The world wanted me to be pretty and shut up. No one noticed that my heart was broken and I had no skills to heal it no one to hold me no one to sit with me in my pain. I was all alone suddenly in a room full of family and friends. You see when I was born my mother became important for the first time in her life. Up until that point the world had taught her that she was nothing worthless without a husband and a child. She wanted me so badly that she suffered miscarage after miscarage just to get me. My father wanted a boy but when I was born I was his entire world and he made sure that I knew it. I was a princess in my own little kingdom enough for both of my parents and more than they could ever dream of. I went to disneyland before I could walk and knotts berry farms both of which I went to multiple times. We went camping and white water rafting with all my aunts uncl
