I don’t miss you.

I don’t miss you. I miss love. I miss loving and being loved back. I miss loving someone and feeling safe in that love, like they could never do any harm. I miss waking up excited to see someone I love. I miss starting my day with your peaceful expression next to me, or timing […]

I don’t think I can write/think anymore.

Rambling, racing self-realizations: I wish I could believe that my parents could love me no matter what. I’m afraid they’ll reject┬áme the moment I stop giving them reason to love me. I think that’s part of why I’m so afraid of failure – I mean, I’ve hit close to rock bottom – it’s not how […]