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I miss my briar.. my baby Briar... I woke up without her again and today just kept crying. Shes not real but she feels real. Im grieving a child of mine who doesnt exist

April 29, 2026. 9PM. I’m fucking pissed. I DIDN’T DO THE SURGERY. And I’m so fucking mad I even thought about it. He called me unattractive. UNATTRACTIVE. Like he gets to decide that. Like his opinion is some law about my face. So what did I do? I sat there like an idiot and photoshopped my own face off. Made myself look like HER. My half sister. Because apparently I’m not enough unless I’m someone else. The right photo is a lie. It’s what he wants. It’s what the knife would’ve done if I was stupid enough to listen. The left photo is ME. And I almost threw her away because one man couldn’t keep his mouth shut. I’m furious at him. I’m furious at me for believing him for even one second. I’m furious that I looked at my own face, the one that’s laughed and cried and lived 32 years and thought “yeah, cut that up.” Fuck that. Fuck him. My face is not the problem. His fucking mouth is. I don’t need a new nose. I need a new boyfriend. I don’t need to look like her. She gets to be her. I get to be ME. I’m not unattractive. I was never unattractive. I just let someone ugly talk me into feeling ugly. I’m keeping my face. And he can choke on it.

my least favorite kinda boy is awkward boys who always look offended or weirded out when you talk