𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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months ago...

"that's it", i said looking at myself in the mirror, "i've had enough, nobody should be able to hurt me so carelessly." i wiped my tears and tried to smile, but nothing changed, i still felt miserable. this has gone on for too long, i don't deserve this and he will get what he earned.

today

today is the day that my plan will start to fall into place. i've been planning this for months. after everything i've been through, what he did to me was the most painful thing i've ever felt; i thought he genuinely loved me, but he ripped my heart. the pain i felt during all the years where i was in and out of foster homes, where it felt like nobody wanted me to be apart of their family, everything i went through felt like nothing after he broke my heart.

i woke up, happy that today was the day that my plan could finally begin. i quickly took a shower and prepared myself for school. before i left my house i kissed the picture of my biological parents. if it wasn't for that picture, i would barely remember what they looked like. they passed away in a car accident when i was 6. my mother she was a beautiful hispanic woman. my father, on the other hand, was an african american. i moved in and out of shitty foster care and finally landed into a loving home in sydney australia by the age of 15

i'm not doing this for me, i'm doing this for them. i want them to be proud of me, to be proud of who i've become. i want them to know that i can stand up for myself.

i wipe the running tears from my face and stick on a smirk this is going interesting to say the least