A Love Letter To Self, Burn After Reading
No, I am not a liar. But, I am also, historically speaking, at times an unreliable narrator.
No, I am not a liar. But, I am also, historically speaking, at times an unreliable narrator.
I decided to test a theory out… what if I replaced my coffee with orgasms instead for my afternoon pick-me-up.
But when it ends (and it will), dizzying and exhilarating as it was, we just have to remember to put our hands back up again.
Yes, that was one of the problems in our relationship, but we brought many things into our little world, making it difficult to maintain.
You need to give me the space and freedom to move on.
Regardless of what I want, you are happy, and I’m trying to be happy for you because you really do deserve it.
I am a victim of sexual assault, but I feel it in two ways—from my own traumas, and the disgust of what my sibling was capable of.
I held resentment for my parents for the longest time—that was until I realized I was only hurting myself.
You strung me along for too long, but I am finally happy that I realized my worth.
I confused abuse for love when I looked for the damaged parts inside him and tried to love them.