sunflower

I believe one of the most difficult things anyone has asked me to do was love myself. Anything in particular associated with that act- believing in myself, accepting myself, and forgiving myself, has always existed as a complexity and an insufferable misery to start. I do not know where to even begin to explain the parts of me I dread most. How can you choose to hate a piece when the entire being is dreadful? Looking at my image in the reflection never ceases to swell my eyes with tears. I feel ...

The night was quiet and still. All you could hear was the rushed passing of cars and random conversations of people on the phone walking passed the window. It's 1:29 AM and I have one more day until I return to school with absolutely no work completed - let alone even started. The stress from this is still lingering in my heart and is making it difficult for me to fall asleep, but it was much more profound during the day. After I cleaned my room I found myself attempting to find distractions to ...