There is this ability we have. The ability to die over and over while trying desperately to look alive. Putting on makeup and cute clothes to feel beautiful. Convincing ourselvesRead Full
“I used to be deceitful; used to, like yesterday. Within one day my mindset changed and gave me the freedom to live in my truth.Despite what it looked like IRead Full
I’m a hot mess. My sleeves are soaking wet from where I’ve wiped my leaking eyes. My heart is in a million pieces because it’s broken. A mess. I’m refusingRead Full
Truth or Dare? The question that introduced entertainment to spice up a boring, rainy day among friends. A game to play when there was nothing of substance to occupy ourselves.Read Full
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