Tonight I don’t want to be OK, I don’t want to be fine and I don’t want to tough it out or be a fighter. I want to let my emotions win tonight, I want to set them free and I’m not going to numb them. Tonight I don’t want to be numb. I want to be sensitive and fragile and too much to handle.
You are the cause for my insecurities. For my dysmorphic body image. You are the reason why I would sit in the bathroom as a child and pinch all my fat after you told me I was a fat ugly duckling.
You kiss me and it’s like nothing has ever hurt,
but that’s a lie,
we both know I have felt dirt on the grave.
Being kind to yourself is never, ever selfish.
Love them. Love them so much you want them to hold on until they are nothing but skin and bone. Love them so much that their skeletal form is better than them achieving peace at last. Forbid them from leaving you.
Last July, I joined a super secret club with an exclusive guest list. You couldn’t be in the club, unless you met a specific criterion. I joined the “Dead Dads Club.”
We used to talk for 24 hours a day; now we could not even stand to talk each other for thirty minutes.
It’s the worst part of anyone’s day…or rather, their night. It’s that terrible time when you’re tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep and unable to turn off your mind.
Instead I still enjoyed the rain, I just enjoyed it in my own way, by myself. It was peaceful and different, a good kind of different that I needed.
Stay away from anything that starts with “Why do you,” “Why are you,” “You shouldn’t,” and “I think.” I don’t want your advice, I want your support.