Two Years in Hell

Kelly Madera
Sep 2, 2018 · 4 min read

I have spent the majority of my twenties single, aside from the last two years. Through high school, college, working, grad school, etc. I dated a lot. I dated many men (and a good number of boys). While I enjoyed the few months I spent getting to know them, there always came a point where I didn’t want to know them anymore. I consider them all relationships, yes I just used that sacred R word. But hey, if we kissed and talked afterwards, I consider it a…

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Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them ✍️ ✨Woman✨Writer✨Mental Health✨Sustainability✨

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