A heart of the unhappy.


If only I can say the same to myself.

How my pain is someone else’s strength. I advocate life and self-love, but deny it onto myself. Am I a robot? It feels like it sometimes. I just want to feel appreciation that is something I must do for myself. So hard. So harsh of a reality. For how long more?

But this is alas, a heart of the unhappy.

The Daily Prompt: Dim


Author: momsthetruth

Struggling INFJ living in broad daylight and pretends she sleeps through the day like a vampire but knows nothing about Twilight, aside of that hairy beast thing that changes when the girl he can't have does something that can get herself killed.

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