Maybe Someday I'll Get Flowers Like The Pretty Girls Do

Maybe someday i'll get flowers like the pretty girls do

I dont know

I don't know where to start. I don't really know why am i writing here at all. But i need to express my feelings and doubts somewhere...

28 years. Im 28 years old, im almost 30. I thought i would be dead by now to be hinest. But im not. I should be happy that i survived all the shit that happened in my life. But im not happy. Im almost 30 and im nowhere in life.

I dont have a well paid job, i have a job but the salary is just enough to starve to death. I have a dying relationship with my boyfriend/fiancé.

I always thought i would be pretty when i reach 30, well its getting closer, and im just getting fatter and older.

A lot of people around me are getting their lives together...and im here, while mine is falling apart in every fuckin aspect.

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"The late afternoon, the ghost in your room that you always thought didn't approve of you knockin' boots never stopped you lettin' me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of your knee socks"

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Krabat: The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (1978) dir. Karel Zeman

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Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held

Ayesha Zahra