and sometimes only he chooses when to come out.

It’s getting bad again. Not super bad but I’ve been drinking everyday and I’m not worrying about the consequences properly. I took a lot from my parents- almost all of everything that was open. I’m getting some new stuff to try to replace it but that won’t erase what I’ve done or whatever is wrong … Continue reading The dog in the box (it’s me) →

[I] Talked to my therapist about stuff- I think I figured it out- And I wanna cry, I wanna scream and run to save the kid inside me as fast as I can, but I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I just stand there in the mirror and watch as my greasy hair sticks to … Continue reading Dear the Silhouette of a Man I Saw in a Window, →