I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]Read more "that time I hated Paris"
it’s her own fault. she put him there, up on that pedestal. the same pedestal he uses to climb up so he can look down on her. to yell at her. to make her feel like a child. she feels defenseless and worthless. and it’s her own fault, building him up that way. giving him that position. backing […]Read more "soar"
through it all, she had to remind herself that she’d come a long way. and even when things weren’t as shiny and happy as she’d like them to be, she was at least still standing. and she didn’t need anyone or anything to make her feel important, loved, strong. she had to remember that. she had to keep […]Read more "((hugs))"
I should write you a letter fit for a fancy box. I should use my best cursive and go into great detail about how wonderful life has been. how great the kids are. they are growing like weeds, yes. I should tell you all about my wedding and how it was exactly as it should […]Read more "XOXO"