The realization that from 13 to 17 I was houseless.
That, when I took a scholarship and moved to Boston for college in 2007 was the first time I had a place that was my own and that I could exist.
That when I met my first boyfriend in 2008 I was not at all in any place to be involved in a relationship and that I had subliminally been taught to be an abuser and to tolerate abuse.
Im always smoking though
Long hair don’t care