I’m going to quote myself from last year. My post titled I See You reads: I don’t care how many times you screwed up in your past. I don’t care how much you messed up. I don’t care what things you regret but can’t take back. I don’t care as long as you’ve learned from… Read More Please. Please. Please.
She sits by herself. Darkness engulfs her from all sides. The one and only source of light shines brightly from the corner. The light shines blue. She stares down at her hands. She is trying her best to hold it together. She is trying not to tremble. She is trying her best. But she can’t… Read More Her Best, Remembers
She sits by herself in an empty house, waiting for something to happen, waiting for someone to come on by and back into her life. She hugs a teddy bear she received as a gift close to her chest, and closes her eyes as she takes one more breath. She hears the music play from… Read More A Story to You
“It’s not going to happen again” is what I keep telling myself but the fear that lingers, the doubts that hide, even the smallest chance of possibility rises from the dark and engulfs all the light. I keep telling myself, “I will never put myself in the position again”, “That will never be me”, and… Read More Life History
I hesitated to pick up the phone and dial the number in my head. I didn’t know why. The worst thing that could happen was he’d ask what happened and decline to go. I sighed and picked up the phone. Pressed call. “Hello?” His voice sounded wary. It had been a while since I called… Read More Funeral Date?
Honest. I don’t know what to expect anymore. I thought everything was going to be okay…but how do you say that when all you see are mistakes reappearing and moments you never wanted to remember being relived? That scared, that terrified, that tormented feeling returns back to me each and every time I close my… Read More Relapse (Again)
Last year was hell. She thought she had everything. A guy who loved her. A guy who knew her like the back of his hand. A young man who respected her and tried his best to understand her and be there for her. A young man who guided her and encouraged her towards greatness. A… Read More Never Again
Too quiet. Too talkative. Too smart. Stupid question. Too girly. Too tomboy. Too aggressive. Don’t let them walk all over you! My mind always argues with itself over whether I should walk away from a situation or face it head on…and then how I should face a situation if I decide to stay. It’s always… Read More I Want Change
I remember those days where screaming matches were the “norm” of my everyday high school experience. I remember the nights I knew I cried myself to sleep because I’d always wake up with my lashes dried together from the tears. I remember walking as if I were a zombie to all my classes, not even… Read More An Emotion(less) Blur
In a lifetime where being deceived, lied to, betrayed, etc. was the normal behavior you learned to expect from everyone surrounding you, even your own blood relatives, you quickly come to a simply conclusion: Life SUCKS. But then there are those days that make you think maybe it’s not all so bad. There are those… Read More Normal Doesn’t Cover Everything
In a perfect world, my mom would try to understand me. In a perfect world, my dad would actually talk to me. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t be looked down upon because of my sister’s achievements in life. In a perfect world, I would be able to talk to my family and friends about… Read More What’s ‘Perfect’?
For the scars on my body which granted me life after my surgery at one day old. For the constant crying that kept you up at night while I was healing. For the worry that I made you feel as I was growing up. For the concerns that always wondered your thoughts whenever you looked… Read More Sorry…
I’m the kind of girl who loves movie dates curled up on a couch under warm blankets. I’m the kind of girl who loves holding his hand and dancing around in public to draw attention to the fact that he’s mine. I’m the kind of girl who loves the cutesy charm stuff. I’m the kind… Read More Girl
I don’t know how else to scream for help. I am silent. I have cuts on my arms. I have cuts on my sides. I am pale. I am always tired. I stare down at the ground. I won’t meet your eyes. I am silent. I have tears in my eyes. I grip at my… Read More