He had gold-brown eyes like topaz on a mahogany surface but their warm color could not melt the ice they held (I was tired of chilled bones unable to thaw) freckles like cinnamon sprinkled over cream skin but they seemed to spell out warnings when I looked again (of poring over unconnected dots that made my head spin) a mouth soft and pink as ripe fruit but a hornet was always hovering poised to attack at the slightest provocation (of pulling barbs out of a wounded heart and stung pride) – Minefield
don't judge those that spend time searching for love. some people need to know that there isn't anything wrong with them. they've felt alone their entire lives. they just need to know that they're able to be loved. only then can they feel comfortable loving themselves.
so my mom told me she paid all my doctor bills from forever ago when I didnt have a job, and I havent gone to the doctor ever since, and yet I have bad credit despite never having a credit card because my mom never actually paid it. lmao. like you could have told me that months ago so I could have worked on NOT being $800 in debt. i didnt even want/need the doctor. she forced me to go for a bunch of stupid crap. ugh, i hate my life.