"That walk home severed any ties I had to those people, and once again loneliness settled in."
How can one be so tired after only living for 25 years? It's easy, really. Not even a challenge. What comes to me naturally is what makes me so exhausted. Fibro, PTSD, BPD, anxiety, Major Depressive Disorder. Even just one of those things can tear a person down over the course of a few years.... Continue Reading →
I refused to sleep with him. You might not believe me, but for several months I absolutely refused. I insisted on taking the moral high-ground and refused to cross that line. I can't do that again, I told myself. I can't be the side chick again, I reminded myself. Despite my previous transgressions, I apparently... Continue Reading →