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.
It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
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.
“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”
I’m tired of this vicious internal cycle of unrealistic expectations, ultimate failure, abuse. I have the whole damn society to do that for me, and here I am, doing the work. Typical.
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.
Before I was disabled, I would say I had a very social life. I was seen as someone […]