Waste of Time.

Tomorrow, I’ll hurt you with grace. Today, I feel like smothering you with a fucking pillow. I never want you to tell me you love me ever again. You’re a sorry excuse for a man. You hurt me for the last time. You made me cry myself to sleep way too many times. The mere…

Scraps.

I was so desperate for  love and acceptance I  was happy for any  scraps you would toss  my way.  I would scarf them  down my throat &  beg for more. I was  just happy someone  noticed me enough to pity me.  & that’s just fucking pathetic. 

Hyper-Independence Isn’t Something to be Fucking Proud of.

“It’s better if I do it myself.”  I realized this morning that being too independent comes with its own term called, “hyper-independence” and trust me it’s not the greatest trait to have. It’s toxic as fuck and it’s actually a fucking trauma response. I’m sitting here drinking my coffee stunned that for years I was…

Anxiety is a bitch.

My anxiety has been sky high all day to the point I was vomiting on my way to work. It’s more than “being nervous” or feeling a little worried” It’s waking up crying every morning overthinking every worst case scenario in your head and your brain convincing you that no one loves you. It’s having…