sometimes i try to be a strong person for the crap i dig myself into. sometimes i know that people won’t understand and i attempt to try and say nothing… but when i do… the world comes to war again and it doesn’t end until someone cries and a heart is broken. 2 out of 2, i win. i wish in 95% of my life that i wasn’t born. maybe things would be less complicating for some people. i’d wish that maybe dwarfism wasn’t a thing and we could all go home feeling normal. i wish love didn’t exist sometimes so my days and nights wouldn’t be set worrying and crying. i wish that maybe, just maybe… this would all be over soon and no one will know my name. sometimes i wish that i didn’t leave a place mumbling “god, i hate kids”… well today was a new one.. “mom! look at that little mom, she’s little!”… thanks kid for noticing i’ve aged. i’m 25. not perfect.