I don’t wish for you to walk in my shoes. Maybe they’ll be too tight, or pinch your toes, or scrape the backs of your ankles when you walk. I hate these old shoes. I didn’t ask for the hurt that was given to me. As a defenseless child, my only protection were my words. … More Walking in my Shoes
I’m tired of being the universal stepping stone; the catalyst for others growth and happiness. When will it be my turn to be the one doing the stepping? I’ve given so much, mostly without expectation of any reciprocation; simply because it’s in my DNA to give myself to others. But, is it so wrong of … More Stepping Stone
I’d rather die alone than spend my life with someone I’m not 100% convinced I love completely. There is no half-assing love; I’ve done that far too long. For almost half my life, I’ve ignored the little voice deep within me that questions..the voice that itches in the back of my brain, nudging me to … More I’d Rather Die Alone…
Sometimes, I feel like the universe’s bitch. It lures me in and seduces me, then it holds me down and beats the shit out of me. A cycle I can’t seem to break out of, I fall for it every time. I’ve often wondered how in the hell I’ve retained even one shred of compassion … More When it Rains…
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