Tw: VAGUELY mentions rape and abuse (if it even was abuse. I think it was) also images of blood and my fucked up thoughts too i guess
i was a blank canvas
pure, innocent, untouched
you were an overflowing pen that took to my pages and all I could see was sunshine when you were really drawing storm clouds
our relationship was toxic, I knew it. every time I came over we always ended up throwing punches. i won our fights, occasionally.
you won most of the time.
i want to have permission to hate you
i do hate you
i DO hate you.
but when the adults look on and say it’s all fine without really seeing, i just feel like i’m making mountains out of molehills and maybe it’s wrong to hate you and wrong to be so upset because I’m probably just sensitive, right?