Friendship.

I don’t want to be your fucking friend. I dont want to feel the obligation that I have to let you back in my life. Nothing good ever came from our relationship except regret, emotional abuse and the gray hairs I couldn’t afford to have. I’m finally in a place mentally where I can drive…

Fuck self harm.

I get asked all the time if I’ll ever cover up my scars and the answer is always the same. No. I don’t want to cover my battle wounds because they define me. They remind me how far I’ve come and the progress I’ve made. I survived a lot of shit and these scars prove…

Memorial Day.

You didn’t want me to go out to my family’s BBQ. I had to beg and promise that it would only be a few hours. That I wouldn’t take long.That I would keep my mouth shut and hide the   bruises on my neck. Make up became my new best friend. I even offered to…