How dare you make me feel bad, for not loving myself. Yes, you, you in the mirror. You across the table. You, on my phone, telling me about your concern without... actually... asking... me what it is that I need. How dare all of you. I don't have to love me. I don't have to … Continue reading I Don’t Love Me, So What?
What do you want to be? Who are you? What do you do for a living? I cannot give you these answers, you'll simply misunderstand, and I am not living a life, that allows for that strife. I will not try to make you understand who I am. I cannot quantify an existence that just.... … Continue reading Where I Begin
I burned image after image, thought after thought laying waste to my mind just to see if I was awake. It's a given, a tidal wave that burns until everything, even my memories no longer exist in this quake. I needed to feel the heat, so I poured what was left down my throat, and … Continue reading Beauty In The Disease
Hey, I hope you are reading this. It's a few months before your 25th birthday and you are laying in bed trying hard not to cry. Do you remember this moment? Your birth certificate is on the bed next to you, crumpled from where you had hastily pulled it from it's hiding place in that … Continue reading #25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)