My Days

Unquantifiable words

I begin my day hoping that it goes well than yesterday. Of-course its what most people hope about but what I hope the most is today I don’t have to face my father, today maybe I’ll cry less, maybe someone will make me feel worthy. I look at the mirror and say I am beautiful and I deserve all the love of the world and that is yet to come. When I am in my bed in the morning I think to myself will my problems ever be solved? I wake up with swollen eyes and dark circles not because I studied till late night but because I cried till late night. I try hiding my face from everybody hoping no one notices me. The more I stay at home the more I feel the “black day” recap.(I will tell about black day some other time) The time…

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