I Feel Like There's Something Wrong With Me, But There's Nothing I Can Do About It So I Do Nothing About

I feel like there's something wrong with me, but there's nothing I can do about it so I do nothing about it.

I'm hungry. It's ok. I'll be fine. I'll be pretty.

I want to be a kid again.

So I can play and not worry about anything.

Growing up is never what we expect. We think adults know everything, that they know what they're doing, but the thing is: they're also children who grew up.

I wish I could close my eyes and dream, like I used to.

But life knocks hard on everyone's door.

Sometimes I desire penitence.

Suffering.

And everything forces me to joy.

Why can't I be melancholic? Is it a sin? Is it so bad?

I want to mourn. Is it a sin? To mourn over Him?

He's alive. He's beside the Father.

But I can't mourn? Over His divine sacrifice.

Cecilia Lisbon and her vintage wedding dress might not leave my mind so soon.

I also love their bedroom. It was so... Feminine.

I hate the mirror.

I hate my reflection.

I hate my face.

I hate my weight.