I want to go back.
To a place where I have limitless potential, to where Kyra is my best friend, to where I havent hurt people. To where Matilda is an innocent concept and has never been abandoned, to where all the people that love me are happy, to where no one loves me and I am a vicious defensive child taking care of myself, to the days before I tasted your tears, cut myself in secret, to the days where you were happy, the days where I was acceptable. Maybe we go way way back, to the days where I was just another f*cked up child actor, had not inflicted any of this on anyone.
I want to go back there and plant flowers.
