It's like acid. Pouring slowly like sap onto our day; onto our emotions. It eats slowly away, until there are only holes remaining. Until you can't look at me. Until your face is in your hands. Until you are breaking down. I want so badly to stop it. To place my hands under the sap-like … Continue reading Memories;
I am starting to feel clear. It's just this week, but I feel clean. I feel like my mind is a bit more clear. I am becoming better at letting go and distancing myself. I enjoy this time alone. It's not ideal. No one want to go through trauma, but today I am appreciating what … Continue reading Improvement;
Something about when you start falling asleep in your chair at the desk with me. It hurts me. Fills me with so many questions. Last night was the first time since D-Day that you started to fall asleep again. You get more sleep now. You go in later. You have time for breakfast and coffee. … Continue reading Tired;
This word is heavy. This word is tense. This words fights. This word is cold. This word is bold and underlined. How am I the only one with ideas? You ask me all of the time: Well, what would you like me to do? Well, tell me what I should say! Tell me what to … Continue reading Limits;
You broke me from the inside out. Over 7 girls that I had to find on my own because, somehow, you couldn't remember. Over 115 images of JUST Katrina. Let me fill you all in on Katrina. This is an old ex, of only 3 months, who called the police to raid his apartment. She … Continue reading Broken;
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