entry #17

dear depression diary, this entry is long overdue. admittedly, I think I’ve started three or four ‘entry #17′ and never finished or posted a single one. this summer was a difficult one, filled with so many setbacks and heartbreaks that it was hard to talk about. shit, I’m still coping from my losses and haven’t…

hiatus pt.1

hey everyone, first and foremost, I want to say thank you to everyone who stuck around over the last month while I did some much needed mental healing and soul searching. I can’t wait to tell you all about my time away and am so happy to see so many of you are still here…

butterfly

her, she shone with a light that radiated the darkest night my favorite moment was the night we met she shook my breasts, and not my hand; how could I forget when I would wear my flower crown headbands around her she would tell me ‘you look like a snapchat filter’ her laugh was infectious,…

entry #1

dear depression diary, today is a good day. yesterday was the anniversary of my brother’s murder, the event that triggered my depression. despite how much I miss his presence, I managed to get through the day okay. I know I owe that strength not only to myself for being able to accept my struggle, but…

senseless.

shots fired it’s us against us childhood friends turned foes and the fueding begins gone are the bonds we spent half our lives building we’ve grown up and apart, nothing is the same shots fired over girls, over money, over friends who aren’t friends rumors spread and the fake news becomes a disease blocking all…

800 miles

February 10, 2008 had suddenly become a day she would hate for the rest of her life. How could he be gone, she thought, staring at the mess of trophies, papers and books strewn across her bedroom floor. Tears hot with anger and regret streaked her face as she thought about the moments that had…

babylove.

with the blade in my wrist, I welcomed death with open arms. I was done with this life, lost on how to exist now that he was gone. and then I thought of you. you never told me “it’s okay. he’s in a better place now”. you didn’t push me to faith or rush me…