here i am with your literature re-reading your poetry and no i don’t know the taste of alcohol
you’re the first – yes i’m stupidly young… 96 more words
There was always that feeling next to me, or at least hiding behind doors and walls as if it wasn’t there, following me places in the public, waiting for me to go to sleep late at night so that the warmth of your body that once touched my skin could once again for every night, ghost around me even when the waves of grief no longer come to me. 107 more words
This week at work, the entire company has been attending workshops in which we discuss our fears, insecurities, the way we handle issues, and how to improve upon them. 3,257 more words
TW: Talk about anorexic tendencies
My parents are amazing. They’re full of unconditional love, supportive, and well meaning in every way.
But, for pretty much as long as I can remember, I’ve heard them say the words “Be careful with what you eat, you don’t want to end up like us.” 2,965 more words