Death had always felt a bit like a warm comforting blanket, perhaps because it seemed like something inevitable, something stable and certain in this crazy,
The sound of footsteps makes me catch my breath and hold it a moment, my body stiffens, my neck tenses to the side and my
…as I write the word ‘safe’ my eyes fill up with tears, my heartbeat echoes in my ears and my head aches so so bad, but that burning ball of anxiety from my heart is gone, it’s finally been set free.
Miss S took an overdose. 80 pills. She’s alive, but I have no details of how long they were in her system before they got
Never is a long time, it’s as close as forever is far away and it feels equally as hopeless. It is a crossed over line
I’m thinking of playing this whole life stuff from a different angle, instead of trying to make sense of it or come to terms with