I want to get lost in a book.
No. I mean a good book.
The kind that makes you come up for air to you realize two hours have passed and you’ve been breathing something foreign to your everyday world. 165 more words
Bad vibes, negative soul sucking friends, hang ups, and delusions of yourself that keep you scared, stressed, feeling unworthy, shamed, and just plain not good enough. 46 more words
My draft box is overflowing… brimming… boiling over with pain, tears, anger, hate… fear.
I’ve remained silent, despite having so much screaming in my head. I’ve maintained a cold numbness, despite having so much aching in my heart… not lashing out, yet still bleeding softly. 155 more words