I'm Mariah. I'm 17 and I'm not quite sure where I'm headed, but I'm going.
216 | Cleveland, OH
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
I’m not complicated enough for him. He keeps chasing after these silly little girls who use him at their convenience. He complains about how he’s clearly not good enough for these females, meanwhile I’m telling him how wonderful he is. He says he’s not good enough, I tell him he doesn’t see his full potential. He tells me stories about how one girl stood him up or how this girl is too complicated and how another lied. Part of me wants to just walk away and give up, but the other part of me can’t because I feel obligated to stay.