butterfly2

All I wanted to do was help. Apparently it's not the right kind of help. It's 'too much,' I'm 'too crazy.' I try to be nice to people but it isnt' the 'right kind' of nice. Never, ever good enough.

I look like hell. My face has broken out, my cheeks are tear stained, my eye lids are swollen, my arms and legs are covered in bruises, and depending on who you ask, i've lost 10lbs. And you can see the lines in my forehead from all the worries.

Somedays, the ugly part of me balloons up bigger than the nice part.

I'm so poor, I can't even fucking dry my laundry. It's washed, but not dryed