But I have nowhere to turn. I have no one to turn to. So insteAd I burden the universe here so that I can get through one more day. So I can exist for him… Which is all I’ve ever been good for. Although I do make a good pumpkin pie.
It would be easier to exist for him if he would stop calling me stupid or telling me to just get over things that have hurt me.
I am so fucking alone.