I wish I could have loved myself more, instead I became obsessed with chasing vanishing dreams. Good vs. evil, hero & villain, my childhood was written in water colored, fairy tale themes. All the pain replaying  through my head, chained by this addictive sense of vivid dread.

The worst of my nightmares rarely ever come to be, but I can lose myself forever in a tainted, unhealthy fantasy. Desiring escape, & a life of only impossible certainty.

You say you loved me. But I never believed.

In my eyes I was unlovable, sometimes reality is no match for the stories we choose to ultimately perceive.

In the end, I was never enough for me.

The real reason why….despite everything I did, I could never break free.

I miss me.

I miss me.

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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