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I’m sorry…for neglecting your needs. I’m sorry…for thinking you could handle just about anything. I’m sorry…for pushing you past your limits. I’m sorry…for never really letting you have a say. I’m sorry…that you were hurting in the dark. I’m sorry…that I can’t change the past. I’m sorry…that your scars are permanent. I’m sorry…that the memories… Read More Sorry, Now and Forever
Somewhere between the heartaches and headaches, I found acceptance in my heart for the scars on my body. Somewhere between the silence that used to be side comments on my weight or appearance, I found a way to feel beautiful. Somewhere between running aimlessly and walking with my eyes closed, I found somewhere I actually… Read More Scar VS Me
I cried. I felt my eyes tear up and took a steady breath, trying to calm my nerves, not wanting to cry. But it didn’t help. I looked up at you and listened to you singing and playing your guitar, as you always do so gracefully. It felt like you understood what I was going… Read More Cried. Forever.
He said, “Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay…doesn’t mean it hurts any less.” He said, “They just don’t understand you, but I do. I’m here for you. Ignore them. You don’t need them. You’re strong by yourself.” She said, “I’ve never seen someone in such pain. All I wanted to do… Read More “…sticks and stones may break my bones…” but words hurt either way
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