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Submitted by Alana Topakian
All she ever wanted was that side-splitting, life-changing, end-of-the-world type of love. Yet, as she sat alone on her bathroom floor, she realised her world was ending, just not in the way she’d hoped.
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I thought she was there
just like thin air
the things i thought
were really not
running from me
like the bark of a tree
falling off
stung like a bee
trust broken
like whipped cake batter
heart ripped
like plastic token's I shattered
well I thought I did
but i will be put together again
just like last time
but what if this is different
what if I'm reaching out forever
hurt forever
broken f...
People like me struggle to open up. Whether you were always told you weren’t good enough, you were being dramatic and it really wasn’t that bad. Be it that everything would be better here if you just sat down, didn’t speak or cry. Accepted that although you are just a little human who wants to explore, you sometimes make a mess and always needs to rely on someone. You’re an inconvenience to the li...
Fragmented memories a she sat slumped in despair over a life forgotten in the hope it would be better
Toxic positivity they say is delusional positivity where we never give up and accept the negative facts of change. Without accepting the negative we can not act postively.
There is always a silver lining never give up keep fighting but the phone call never comes hes not comming back to love cannot...
At thirty three, I sit in mourning
I am mourning a decade.
The time I gave Him.
To Him.
Him.
Grieving how the time I spent
flooded the gates of my being.
How it tore the doors off their hinges
Battered the shingles until they started to leak
Shattered the glass leaving shards in my path.
Time I spent sweeping up.
Hiding them from the world.
The secret I shared with myself.
Alone. But with Him...
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(It’s Always Been You
By: Caleb Hearn
Listen to it or not. But it’s a super uplifting and kind song. Thank you!)
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Sitting on the cold tile, her legs criss-crossed beside the toilet bowl. Tears trace down her flamed cheeks, the fever just now setting in. She’d vomited twice and dry heaved once. Her toes were cold stubs, while her hands were earthquakes on the end of her arms. Her heartbeat wa...
All she ever wanted was side-splitting, life-changing, end-of-the-world type of love. Yet, as she sat alone on her bathroom floor, she realized her world was ending, just not in the way she’d hoped.
“I’m sorry you had to find out that way. We’ve had sexual tension for the past four years," Reagan read from her bright turquoise slide phone — her fourth phone of the month. It was a text from Lana, ...
As she sat on the cold tiles of her bathroom floor, the plastic stick in her shaking hand. With each passing second, her heart beat racing, mirroring the thoughts in her mind.
As the second line faded into existence, time seemed to stop as she grappled with what had just happened.
Her mind swirled in a whirlwind of thoughts into her soul, each one more chaotic than the last. “What would this mea...
The bathroom tile was cool on her cheek, providing Shane with her only tether to reality.
Not even one hour ago, she’d been in the happiest relationship of her life.
Then she’d found the texts. And remembered how she’d ignored all the times when he’d come back home in the middle of the night, slipping into their bedroom, trying not to wake her.
She remembered the secret glances between her be...
She sat alone on her newly tiled modern bathroom floor. The cold tiles making her body shiver. Her tries making many, many marks and stains on her clothing. She had just went out yesterday and bought the already stained clothes. Maybe she wanted to stop. Stop eating. Stop breathing. But we don’t know.
Then . . .
There was an orchestra of sounds, windows opening and glass shattering, doors slamming...
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