subject line: broken glass.


azusa, california

I am not skinny enough and my stomach is too chubby. I don’t leave the sink clean enough. I’m not chill. I’m too immature and I act like a five-year-old. I’m too touchy. I am always the one at fault when things go wrong. This is what he tells me. I let the words sink into my soul, piercing my heart right where it’s most tender. Then I am apologized too and wake up to a “Morning love” text the next day. Despite it all, I stay.