CAN I JUST SAY TO ANYONE SUFFERING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS YOU ARE ONE BADASS MOTHER FRICKER BECAUSE NOTHING IS MORE TERRIFYING THAN BATTLING WITH YOUR OWN MIND EVERY SINGLE DAY
I’m writing my essay on cyber-bullying right now
and there was this article that said “anon hate hurts us because when we read it, we don’t hear the attacker’s voice, we hear our own”
and that’s a really good observation.
I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
I do not need someone to complete me
but if you wanted to
we could walk next to each other
into whatever is coming next.
I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.