"But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?" - Death by a thousand cuts. TS. I often doubt my own ability to rip the pages out. To slam the book shut on those memories. But goodbyes were never my thing.
The end.
You tell them we’re sisters. Best friends, but sisters. Turn around and give me a lap dance, make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. You say when they break your heart that it’s me and you, let’s run away to Vegas and get hitched together then it’ll forever be me n’ you. How... Continue Reading →
Breath.
Why not start off the new year with a new post?!?
Sober 2.0 Path To Forgiveness
Hello again...
Sober
The beginning of the end for us...
