LINK: home sweet home
Currently listening to: Merry Go Round – BTS
I wish that I could tell you that it’s over (over)
I wish that I could walk away from pain
My life is like a broken roller coaster
But maybe I’m the only one to blame
I can’t get off this merry-go-round
It spins me around (around, around)
I do my best, but I can’t slow down
This merry-go-round
And I, I can’t get off of this ride
(I can’t get off of this ride)
I try, this happens every time
(I can’t get off of this ride)
What emotions feel like home, even if it isn’t healthy?
Prompt created by yours truly.
Feel free to use any prompts for June that I post and/or tag me.
I’d love to read your responses.
Love
Is
Love…
My mom has a knack for giving me backhanded compliments and constructive criticism.
“You’d be pretty if you were skinny.”
“Your butt is too big, you need to cover it up.”
“You need to wear makeup, you look sick.”
“Don’t wear yellow, it makes you look nauseous.”
Just last weekend, I rolled out of bed wearing shorts and my hair up in a messy bun. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before going to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. She looked at me disapprovingly and said in Korean (I’ve translated it into English), “You scared me. I thought you were a sumo wrestler.” I ignored her and proceeded to eat a hardboiled egg with hot sauce and stir creamer into my decaf coffee.
She says that she has to tell me these things because she loves me… even if it’s unpleasant. She genuinely believes that pointing out all my flaws signifies that she cares, that honesty and love are the same thing.
Deflated. Butt hurt. Affection with conditions. Unprotected. Vulnerable.
I’m pretty sure love shouldn’t feel like this but then again, my view on love is a bit skewed.
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