My nightmares are getting worse.
You have left me a blackhole of pain, sucking me in every night.
Sometimes I want to give in. When I try, I am shaken off like as if I feel like I’m being pushed to a fall, then I wake up. 19 more words
Whenever I tell people I’m an only child, they give me a skeptical glare then say something judgmental or casually insulting, like Oh really? You don’t act like an only child,” or, “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense actually.” This is among the few things that haven’t changed with age. 217 more words