I know how you feel; me too. I know that you’re scared; me too. I know that you don’t know if you’ll ever get back to normal; me too. I know that you’ve had more bad days than good; me too. I know that it’s hard to open up to someone; me too. I know that you’ll never forget about them; me too. I know that you think about what happened every single day; me too. I know that you tell yourself that you’ll never be treated that way again; me too. I know that you try to justify wha
No one ever likes to admit that they have problems, but here I am, admitting that I do. I am broken, more broken than I ever have been. And the sad thing is, I can barely feel the pain. Honestly, I barely feel a thing. I have become a person I don’t recognize, and a person I don’t trust. I don’t care what I do, nor what happens to me; the old me used to. A couple weeks ago, I put myself in a situation that took a turn for the worse. It left me confused, and I felt betrayed. I
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let’s talk about their bodies,
let’s talk about all the strange things,
and the gross things that we see.
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If the title of this post didn’t turn you away, I’m glad you stuck around to have (well I guess read) this awkward moment with me! Aren’t you glad this is all over social media with no human interaction WHAT SO EVER! Great! Me too, lol! I also want to briefly address that this po