Even if I convince them of the truth today, they’ll just believe another lie tomorrow.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
The hour would end, the door would close, and we would all be alone together again.