Dear Diary,
Reflecting back on my childhood abuse. Today it finally set in for me that a part of me is empty and longs for love. The love of family..Chosen family of course (bc the people related to me are shit)... A number of people that collectively will come together for you off of love. I never even thought about how I never had a real birthday party as a kid.
Not dwelling, just something I noticed in conversation today. It's crazy how this shit goes deep.