The Reason.

You especially don’t give a shit about me What’s more important? Partying with your friends or me? This, I hate to say it, is on you. I’ve done nothing but love you and you couldn’t even try. YOU are the reason I drink.  YOU are the reason I want  nothing more than to die every …

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…