It’s much easier to see the faults in something, or someone, than to admit I have a barrage of my own.
I fear that someone’s supposed judgment of my sexuality will have a direct and negative result on my character.
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.
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.
Sure enough, the side mirror slammed into the mailbox and immediately fell off it’s hinges. I hit the brakes and felt the rush of panic and remorse come over me.