Being hospitalized isn’t a popularity contest, but to me, it becomes one.
Not even on weekends. Not even when I’m hungover. I’ll wake up at 6, make some eggs, and take a shower to massage my head with shampoo.
There’s only one word that I know is in the definition of burnout. Scared.
Who is looking out for the tough girls?
I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.
But we aren’t objects or equipment, we are people, so unfortunately we snap and break at times, no matter how much we try to hold it all together.
I’ll never forget this moment. This moment I realised that after three years, it was over for real. That this time you won’t come back, and that I will have to live without you for the rest of my life.
Mind, body, reflection are no longer mine;
Her control becomes stronger with passing time.
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