Truth be told? I think I love the way the 80s were But I also love how the 2010s are I like the courtship from then But I also like the clarity of now. I imbibe the respect of then But I also adore the truth of now. I admire tradition coupled with the frank.... Continue Reading →
21. there’s nothing poetic about that
Slits on my arms My eyes seeing a knife To my carotid, all the time. The way people acted around me Haunting my thoughts all day. Conjured up terrifying images That seem so real and it could kill me There's nothing poetic about that. I am strongly against romanticizing of mental illness. Its kinda pathetic.... Continue Reading →
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