My Depression Is Cheating On Me With My Trauma
Trauma came barreling into my world without a single warning. She was different from Depression.
Trauma came barreling into my world without a single warning. She was different from Depression.
I’m done justifying why you left. Done playing Russian Roulette with our memories. Like maybe if I had been the one to pull the trigger, I could have walked away with some dignity.
To the next person who falls in love with me: Don’t.
I liked what I liked, and didn’t like what I didn’t like. Simple.
I look at my phone, searching for something, though I’m not entirely sure what.
Thank you for breaking my heart right before I was about to fall in love with you.
I looked over my shoulder and caught my reflection in the mirror. Was the freckled, petite goofball I saw staring back at me secretly a flirt? Had she been deceiving me this whole time? Was my lovable neurosis an act?
5. If a natural disaster hit, I’m sorry, I’d probably start saving the animals first.
How can there really just be one person out there? What if your soulmate dies? Is across the planet? Is Gary Busey?!
His name was George. I never met him, nor do I have the slightest idea as to how or when he died.