The Beginning of the End

Life when the floor is the ceiling

This is the beginning of the end, I said what I meant and I meant what I said. As I was lying in bed, I felt alone, even more alone than I do on solo nights when I hug myself and go to sleep. I think crying is stupid, but I let the tears fall anyway, so much anger contained in each little saltwater droplet that I was worried I might explode.



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Hope Rising

Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at