And somewhere from the world you appeared in my dream, though I don’t know which “you” that you were. Perhaps you were a conglomerate of my fears, and not just “one” of you. I felt like I was at my childhood home, and in my old room, and we spoke. You had trepidation in your […]
And now I start remembering why I ever believe those that call me Monster. Some days it’s difficult to contain the darkness. But I still do, and I keep fighting it.
My black, broken heart will always be stronger than your rosy, delusional sense of happiness. 🙂
I realized today…that I’m so pissed at myself for censoring my thoughts a year ago. Every single visceral pen stroke that I’d erased at the behest of a lying, whining face wanting to preserve social dignity. Of course comfort wasn’t found so quickly in the arms and bed of another. Of course my feelings matter. […]
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