“Welp hi there Bartholomew. I missed you this morning. We had pancakes.” Bartholomew was my first true friend. He’s been absolutely everywhere with me since I was at least five years old, probably before as well. But this is the first time I vividly remember speaking to my first favorite. My only best friend at…
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On this Day Three Years Ago…
Today marks three years since I found those tormented videos. The videos that shattered my demented world. My adoptive father, Tim, decided that values and respect towards not only women in general but towards his very own daughter meant nothing through his brown, devilish eyes. All those brown, devilish eyes wanted was his daughter’s love.…
My Story
September 8th, 2016 was like any other day. I crawled out of bed, still in my Cracker Barrel uniform from the night before, and managed my way to the coffee machine. As the coffee was brewing, I turned the t.v. to my guilty pleasure, Pretty Little Liars, and borrowed my father’s laptop from his bedroom.…
Be Mental. Just Be YOU.
“What do you mean I am bipolar?” I just starred that the chubby doctor. I could tell he was quite annoyed by his day, he just smiled slightly, no eye contact of course, and said some pointless bullshit that apparently was supposed to make me “feel better.” Oh and on top of all the nonsense,…
Never Give Up on YOU
As I looked at my tired, tired hazel eyes in my brown, squared mirror. I began noticing my physical health was starting to deteriorate. My once bright brown freckles on my very pale nose no longer shined the way they use to. My long hair had knots that clumped throughout my head and the dandruff…
Goodbyes are Quite the Hardest
As I parked my black Nissan in the gravel, I heard a plane fly over the dark sky. My stomach suddenly dropped, and for a split second, I thought my whole insides were going to explode from the inside out. As my bluish, pale shaking hand took my hand off of the black car handle,…
Listen to You and Only You
”The truth, the truth of it all, I am struggling. I struggle almost every damn day. My anxiety loves to overtake and wake up Her. Her is my voice. But not the voice that gives you the confidence to fly high and soar through the clouds. Her digs and digs at all my insecurities until…
Guilt No More
“Why do I feel guilty? I should be jumping for joy. I should be head over heels that I had the actual guts to stand up to Tim today. I was the only one that knew 100% that I was going to follow through with it. I guess in some fucked up way, I can…
My Pale, Freckled Brother
My brother came to me in all shapes and sizes. But the version that appeared in times of desperate want, he was always wearing a pink, long sleeve and khaki pants, sometimes shorts, it truly all depended on the weather. With either tennis shoes ( which looked just like Tim’s shoes in one of the…
