The woman who loves me lost both her parents. My mom lost a tooth when my father touched her with his fist, because the kitchen knife failed to hit her.
This is a picture I did not take of you and me, fighting the last world war in our little room at 3rd floor.
9. I used to be on Hi5. I probably still am, all passwords and account recovery data forgotten.
I tend to be a people pleaser. Which is not the best way to be.
He tried to tell me so many times, but I wasn’t trying to hear it. I wanted what I wanted.
Even New York is not above the elements.
Just me and my depression, out looking for some lipstick to make us feel better while Call Your Girlfriend plays on.
I worry that I’ll never love anyone as much as the first person I ever fell in love with.
I like to be the big spoon sometimes because I secretly think about how vulnerable the other person is.
I’m done apologizing for choosing to distance myself from people who exhaust me.