Tired
I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of being confused. I’m tired of being the ‘other one’. I’m tired of analyzing the little touches That meant so much to me, But mean nothing to you. I’m tired of being the one You claim to tell...
Read MoreTrigger Warning: Mention of self harm, mental illness, and character death. This part of the park had the distinction of somehow being both secluded and well-trafficked. A dense, narrow thicket obscured the point where the path...
Read MoreWhat do I look for in the perfect person? Absolutely nothing, because the perfect person doesn’t exist. I know what some of you are thinking. That’s a steaming pile of horse manure because my partner’s perfect....
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