I have no motivation. None. None. None. 

5 Things

I have found a few things to do that make me feel slightly better about life and about myself. Just a few things. Some days, they are all I need to get through it all. Brush my hair - I have long, long hair. It goes to the middle of my butt. It is a…

It has been two years since I last fell into that dark pit. It was a dangerous area. It is still one that I must tiptoe around. I climbed out of it, but there are still times, two years later, that I fear falling back. Two years ago, I mutilated myself for what I hope…

I never knew what it was like to have a cheerleader until you came along. I never knew what it was like to want to do more. I never knew what it was like to know that, no matter what I did, I would always have someone to cheer me on through it all.

Good Girl

Lea was a good girl. She woke up at the appropriate time, every day. She made her bed. She brushed her hair. She brushed her teeth. When it was time to eat, she ate. Her mother always praised her at breakfast. Her father smiled over his coffee. Lea was a good girl. Every day, she…

You were my friend.

Or, so I thought. You were my friend. But you hurt me. Again. This cycle must end. My dearest companion, Why did you abandon me? Do you know the damage? Can you even see? It was a day that I anticipated. Excited, I was for that night. But, you were not there with me. What…

She was Nothing

She was a quiet little creature. Very aloof. Not one to fit in with the rest of the group. She was not the one to have the abundance of followers. She was not the one that led the pack. She was no one. She was nothing. Every day, she was the shadow. There were no…

I want to write. And share my words.

I have always been one to compose. My body has always been viewed as a vessel for these strings of letters to travel through as they journey from the void to reality. It has always been natural. Until my accident two years ago.  When I destroyed the car, I lost my words. They vanished. I…

A Battle to Get Ready

I haul my sorry self from my makeshift bed every day. My feet guide me through my apartment. The sleep is still clinging to my eyes, and the bags display the lack of genuine rest. The river of hair I possess is wild. I battle the demons that stroll around casually. Ignore their whispers. The…

UnconventionalĀ 

When I was a young girl, not once did I ever imagine being where I am now in terms of relationships. Not once did I imagine falling for a creature twenty years my senior. But I was always one for the unconventional arrangements. They fascinated me and inspired me in my writing.  However, it never…