I trust nothing anymore. No one. Myself least of all. My history is less than reliable, and my instincts clouded by years of traumatic response. Why should I believe anything that I interpret to be true? I’m eternally hopeful, wretchedly searching, begging for the scraps of love that any careless encounter might accidentally offer. It... Continue Reading →
Losing Your Love Was Difficult, But Staying Friends Is Heartbreaking
It would be a wonderful friendship, if it wasn’t for the inconvenient truth that I’m still in love with you.