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When I Was Twelve

When I was 12,

That was the first time

Someone told me I wasn’t good enough.

Since then

All I can see

Is the “room for improvement” 252 more words



And I feel it. I feel, feel, feel so little yet so much.

How did I get here. The feeling of my hair in the wind during this cooler-than-normal Baltimore summer where I sip a Pimm’s Cup and I drown myself in the next glass of wine or beer or gin or vodka, and I stare into the eyes of someone who cares. 191 more words


"Unstable Mind" : A Maze

I woke up this morning so nauseous. So anxious. It’s like broking shattered shards of glass internally immobilizing me. Waking up from nightmares and fears of abandonment with tears wanting to pour out except they won’t.

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my fears

1. oblivion

2. being unwanted

3. loved ones dying

4. plane crashing into building

5. being unsuccessful

6. turning out like my mum… sacrificing so much for her two daughters… working ridiculous hours… … 34 more words

nothing happened

I am trying to find books and stories about people who have the same feelings as me. People who have no history of family trauma, no sudden deaths in the family, no dead siblings, no dead parents. 672 more words

"It's complicated"

Today is Father’s day, and I don’t know how I really feel about it. ¬†Most years my dad is gone fishing on fathers day so it removes some of the awkwardness. ¬† 412 more words

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