I hate myself for not appreciating my life before I started having panic attacks. It was perfect.
I like him so much but still, I lied… and he has no idea… It breaks my heart.
It’s hard to love my dad, but I still do. Even though I have to hold back tears when I see fathers like this with their daughters in public. Because I wish he would have been more like this.
I don’t know if I love my husband anymore…Or if I really did. I hate myself for that.
Every night I lay in bed and imagine you taking me back.