What My Fingers Say…

I can’t believe I am back to this point. Three years have passed and I still feel that so much healing has yet to take place. I tell myself I don’t hate you, but I say that just to deny myself the hatred I want to use to replace the emptiness. I wonder if you [...]

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I wonder…

If my fear of love will ever loosen its grip on me enough for me to break free of its suffocating hold?
Why I place responsibility of this very fear on someone or something other than myself rather than taking control and accepting that it is indeed my own hands that can’t let go of their [...]

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The Last Twenty-Five… (updated)

Approaching my 25th birthday, I am left wondering what I did with the last quarter century? Feeling like I should be more than I am, and further than here I decided to look back on where I have been and what exactly it is I do with my time.

This is what my life has held [...]

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Letting Anger out.

I hate that I don’t know what to say and I don’t know how to say it.
I hate that I am not over this and that I still think every day of you and him.
I hate that I stick out my stomach and gaze at the reflection in the mirror of the girl who knew [...]

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