The ducks didn’t return to the lake after the storm.
The color has drained.
I should’ve known better.
Maybe I did know what I was walking into.
I knew it was a trap.
I figured if I was trapped, daily decisions would be taken out of my hands.
I thought he was there to save me.
He wasn’t.
He didn’t want to save me.
He wanted to be God.
He wanted to be the only one I knew.
He wanted to peal apar...
The man donates to charity, how could he be corrupted?
He’s an inventor.
He’s a creative young soul.
He’s just a kid.
What damage could he do?
Who cares if homes are being destroyed?
We love him. We love his company. We love his products. He’s making us happy.
**I need this product to be happy.**
I didn’t know. It’s not my fault.
Let’s all blame the man for blinding us.
The man is resp...
They told us on day one to never walk home alone. They told us to bring a friend or ask security to walk you. I didn’t care much for company.
They told us to keep our books in our bag and keep our hands free incase we needed to drop our stuff and run. I never wanted to put my favorite books in my backpack. I didn’t want to damage them.
I’ve walked from the library to my dorm, night after night. ...
October 8th, 2007.
Respiratory Rate: 25
Heart Rate: 103
^ignore that
Note to self: green is your color
My nurse brought me a new movie to watch. I still use that portable DVD player he got me for Christmas. I think I wrote about that already, I don’t know. Anyway, the movie is _O Brother, Where Art Thou?_
I’m sure Jeremy will read this when I’m gone.
Hi Jeremy, I love you terribly.
Don’t chec...
‼️Content Warning: su!cide, vomit, stabbing.‼️
**_The national suicide hotline number is 988._**
Hope is real. Help is real.
**You are important.**
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My key still fit the lock.
I’m surprised he didn’t change the lock.
As soon as I stepped into the foyer, I felt like I was 13 again. The foyer has a bookshelf full of dusty books and random objects that I discarded there years ago.
This place loo...
Eyes dilated, each breath was meticulous.
With shaking hands that thick blood had covered, her gaze slowly drew up the snow infested driveway.
Her boots make a crunching sound while maneuvering through the snow. You’re laying on her driveway apron, suffocating. The cold air does nothing to help you. It muffles your cries for help.
She’s amused. It’s a game.
She steps on your forearm and somethi...
“Who are you?” She asked not rudely but out of genuine confusion. Those were the hardest three words to hear in my life.
I fiddle with my coat sleeves and take a deep breath. Her doctor said this could happen.
“Mama, it’s Marilyn. You’re daughter.”
“I don’t have a daughter”
“You do, mama. Don’t you remember me tellin’ ya I’m a girl? I was 13 and you took me shopping for a dress that day.” I hav...
Dear Mira,
Was it worth it?
I hope it helped to tear me down.
I hope that was good for you.
Was it worth making me look stupid to make yourself feel better?
Was it worth it when you walked in on me sobbing on the phone to my dad?
It wasn’t that bad, right? You’re good to me…until you’re not.
Hey, it’s okay. I get it, you’re insecure because while I spend hours on end in the library, you’re wa...
I ran through the snow, it was harder than what I was used to. I fell and slammed my elbows onto the solid ice. Tears burn my cheeks and I don’t think I’m even breathing. The way a carol of bells attacks you is how I was hunted. I am a deer who missed migration, I am being hunted. The ground crunches but it also thuds with each stomp I make in my escape.
Where are you?
Can’t you see that it’s m...
We are all one wrong comment away from hating each other. At least, I’m one comment away from making you hate me. You’ll never get rid of me though because you like that I follow you like a puppy.
You love me and I love you. Two completely different types of love. You tell me about this great guy you’re talking to. I come to ask you for a hug when I’m breaking down. Two completely different types...
