I don’t blame it entirely on him or me but I blame it on my age. I felt like my life was ruined.
Just because I am genuinely interested in who you are as a person, it doesn’t mean I want to hook up with you.
I know I’m not alone in this process. I know a lot of you reading this have done the same thing. You might even be doing it right now.
It’s a daily struggle. Sometimes I look at myself and think I’m not sick enough.
There’s nothing left inside of me for you. If you cut a small hole somewhere between my ribs and peeked inside you’d see an empty chamber. You’d see right through me to a xylophone of vertebrae.
I’m done with having people tell me how special I am, how great I am at this and that, only be left wondering how I would possibly mean so much to people when their actions speak far louder than their words.
I thought nothing could go wrong this time.
If you’re feeling needy you have been handed down by divine grace the single best opportunity to confront your past and reclaim your life.
“He was killed while walking into his house by a stray bullet from a drug deal gone wrong.”
Have you ever faced death? Been seconds, milliseconds away? I have. You’ve heard my story before, on the news—read it in the papers, maybe, if you still read the papers. I’m the one who survived. I’m the one who was in the room with Danny Alvarez when he took his own life.