Starts.

What does it really matter if I smile all the time?

I feel insecurity bubbling in the silence.

I know better than to swim in her waters– not enough reward for the risk.

She closed her eyes hoping they wouldn’t open come morning…

The last bottle falied to numb anything… Gnarly Dudes might pack a punch strong enough to do the damage I crave.

Turns out they are one and the same… Drowning is drowning.

She literally threw out the baby with the bath water.

What if average is all I will ever be?

She wondered if blood pooled around her heart as it did her ankle- she’d never seen such deep purple.

Why we see life as linear, I’ll never understand.

I need to hear it is ok to hate her.