I asked my sister a couple weeks ago, “Why am I unable to be the person I used to be? Sis I used to be able to hold the whole world on my shoulders…
This is a raw telling of a reality that I, and honestly, millions live. I write…
I normally write in my journal, the empty halls of the apartment echoing back at me, even when it is inhabited…
That I am. Writing about my real life and how it actually looks to struggle with certain things is one of the main purposes of my writing…
I remember looking at my classmates shoveling down 100 McNuggets between the 6 of them in 20 minutes, I remember thinking “I…