Tag: i hate life type thing

she screamed

She screamed and shrieked at the sky, stomping her feet to the ground, flailing her arms; palms balled into fists about the air. She screamed until her voice was no more. Until her anger was no more. Until her screams turned into sobs. Instead of her body projecting everything outwards,

It’s is hard to swallow

repeat after me: Parents, suck and hands in the wrong places, suck. remembering those two sucks the most. I had a bad Sunday and a fair share of badly timed Fridays. Let’s go back a while You see, I was traumatized very young. I healed my scars, hurt myself again

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