One day you will change, But not for me, I fear. And when that day comes, I will be heartbroken all over again, Because then I will know, That you were always capable of change; Just not for me.

A few days ago, I reached out to someone that I was best friends with back when we were six, Maybe seven, years old. I had seen a photo of him pushing a pink and black stroller, With a baby girl inside. He was crouched over, a bit closer for her to lock eyes –…

When I was eleven years old, Someone told me I was pretty for the very first time. It was un-ironically the same day that my mom finally let me start wearing mascara. I thought about it for a very long time. I still think about it now, Especially when I am taking my makeup off…

I used to have really bad anxiety as a kid. So bad, that I used to wake my mom up at 3am every other night, Screaming, in tears. I always had to make sure everyone in the house was still alive. I didn’t really even have that bad of a childhood, But I always believed…