nothing will completely take away that loss, but processing the feelings surrounding it are so very important.
It feels as if the weight is inescapable and the darkness beneath it, blinding. Slowly, it’s suffocating you.
No matter how hard we try to make others happy in the way we speak or how we act, we continue to feel lonely and unloved.
we are lost in wonder as to what you would have been.
It stung. I had a deep yearning to be accepted, to feel like I belonged, to know that I was part of a family forever.
so, if something I post is about a high school experience and the next is about when I turned eight, know that I am a work in progress.