Nothing

Nothing

I can’t understand

how I never amounted to anything

how I was born talentless

and why the fuck no one gives a shit about me.

I am in all honesty

nothing.

- Sequoia Red

I wish I knew what to do to make you believe in me. Hear me. Respect me. Honor me. Protect me from my enemy. Exiled. Marked as a pagan.

- Sequoia Red

I know she has helped me, but we fight. I apologize even if I didn't start it, but I spoke rudely or said too much. I apologize even if she hurt me first and she never says I'm sorry. Because unlike her I have to be afraid she'll leave me.

- Sequoia R.

I ask myself questions pretending I’m someone else so it feels like someone cares enough to wonder why I write what I write. I’d say things like ‘I wrote such characters with trust worthiness because everyone I have ever trusted betrayed me and it hurt so badly I was sure I’d die sooner than I should. …’

- Sequoia Red - taken from [I’ve Tried. It Hurts.]

What's the use in dreaming when no matter how hard you work, everything gets taken away from you?

- Sequoia Red

I think of telephone conversations with people I used to admire and yearn to speak to, only to discover they bring me nothing but pain as they only know how to love everyone else, except for me.

Sequoia Red - – taken from I’ve Tried. It Hurts