I wish I never had to eat again.
I don’t think I’ve felt this depressed in a long time. Sadness feels like a sickness, and it’s made me tired, wilted, and bitter. That’s how I feel on the inside. It’s okay though because none of this is on the outside.
The pursuit of courage is a tough one. Self pity is a disease. Whenever I try to ask for help, the words that come out sound like excuses. Every day feels like a struggle.
I wanted a love story. The sort of aching, vulnerable, reluctant-but-inevitable-submission-into love found in the pages of Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice. I thought love would be poetry and English fields, even though I’ve never even been to England nor did I marry Mr. Darcy.
The occasion of…
I love this.
The Battle Against Bitterness
You have no idea.
Sometimes, it’s just so hard to overlook some things. Like a unibrow, someone…