I was perfectly fine ignoring your entire existence,being mad at the very thought of you and what you’d done to me,what you put me through, or made me do to myself.Yet, when faced with even the slightest glimpse,I can no longer run. All bets are off.You turn me from this strong, independent woman into a…
The reason I write is not to change you but to let you know that you can change. I write about living and dying and falling in love and throwing it all away — then surviving it. I write about madness and death. I write for the survival of my heart. I am swallowed by,…