You would be so fucking proud of me. So proud. For speaking up. For taking my voice back. For finally fucking writing and not being afraid. I love you dearly because I know now that you said you were doing me a favour because you did not want to hurt me. Because we love each
If I told you that I make money from another person’s garbage, would you believe me? Better yet, if I told you that I picked up the once TV unit above from the trash and made $120-dollar profit from two hours work, would you keep reading? Good. Keep fuckin reading. Now the truth of the
Down down the hole I go where I am nobody knows. Am I ignoring you or at an all time low? Up up smiling again trudging through the week ahead. Happiness is all you see but know it’s pain inside of me.
Forever debating chopping all my hair off and shaving my head. Until then it’s up in a hair clip for my indecisive ass.
I sit here with this question ringing in my head since a friend so bluntly asked me this on Friday. “I don’t know.” I sat there struggling to find words because I realized I have no idea. I continued to tell him that I don’t know if I will ever feel happy again. I explained
Think about how much farther we can go if, instead of competing against one another, we work together. How powerful we could all be.