mom: so how do you know this person?
me: *struggles to come up with plausible fake story instead of saying “on the internet”*
As a kid, everything was what it was. When friends said that they were to busy to play, I believed them. When my mom said that touching the stove would burn off my hand, I never wanted to touch it. But with maturity we understand that nothing is what it seems to be. When friends say that they are to busy to play, it probably means that they are hanging out with other people. We now know that we get to keep our hands but we definitely get burned.
*blogs the pain away*
Why is it the people who need the most help won’t take it
i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive