Do You Imagine If The Hanahaki Disease Really Existed?

Do you imagine if the hanahaki disease really existed?

Like, one day you wake up coughing flowers but you already have a partner who clearly loves you??? Do you imagine what an awkward conversion you'd have with them?

"babe, why did you just throw up flowers?"

"Well..."

And you know what?

I feel like shit, because my mother was the parent who stayed, and still I have the nerve to have "mommy issues".

I love her to death, but sometimes I love death more then I love her.

Maybe if I died, maybe if was not here anymore, she'd appreciates me. Maybe she would respect me more. Love a me little bit more, enough to be able to say she's sorry.

Because -maybe- if I was really dead she'd say something nice about me for once.

But I guess this is all in my head.

My mom is not that bad, she's with me right? Like- she choose me, she says she loves me more than anything even when she treats me like I'm nothing. She dries all my tears, when she see that her words hurt. She dries all my tears, but she never say she's sorry.

I wonder how many beautiful songs I will never know the existence of because I'm sleeping while listening to music :(

Soo true

people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.

Sometimes I think I need a sugar mommy/daddy, and other times I think I need a toyboy. Never a toygirl. Girls are too cool for me. If you are girl and you think that my posts are cool let's go to therapy together because -clearly- we both need that.

Love ya tho