We look alike, her eyes like mine, and I fear I’m just like her, because then that means I’d become what I’ve spent my whole life trying to escape.
I miss you. I never wanted to say goodbye, I never wanted to see you walk away.
You did not want this to happen. You didn’t ask for it. You only said no.
You were the one I felt most comfortable with, the one who understood me, the one that made me feel like I didn’t need anyone else because you gave me so much happiness and something to look forward to every single day.
I distract myself to forget you. I intentionally go back to all the places we went to just to overwrite the memories that include you.
Trigger warning: mental illness, depression, eating disorders The morning light glows softly through the blinds. As the filtered light dances across the dust in the air, I take my first conscious breath. I feel the stardust still pulsing through my veins and…
We sometimes want what we just can’t have, no matter how hard we try to make it happen.
There are so many layers, so many reasons why we had to break up. I think that maybe you see them, can understand them now better than before.
You can’t heal when you won’t cut out the infection, and that’s just what addiction is. An infection.
I just expected a different experience from a community who claims to be so accepting.