When it feels like you can no longer hold yourself or anything around you together, I need you to know that it’s okay to just let go.
I wish I knew your story. I can tell you were well-loved. Maybe that’s what draws me here.
Family isn’t in the last name. It’s in the lessons and the matching scars.
In the beginning, we were so happy. The house was everything we needed.
My friend informed me that her aunt had a gift. I didn’t know it then, but that woman’s gift would end up changing my life.
Because I am eager to make my own money, build a life, and support myself, I am “trying to prove something”. If I were a man, I would simply be surviving.
The hardest part of not knowing you, is knowing that a stranger is walking around with my face, and my name on his tongue.
Finally, a piece of paper that is adequately long enough to write out a complete and proper hit list.
Just be honest.
Loving you was the bravest thing I ever did.