Category: dear diary

I Wasn’t Being Sensitive. I Was Being Bullied.

The argument replayed in my head for three days straight.Not because I couldn't let it go. Because I was trying to figure out if I was crazy.My partner had twisted the conversation so many times by...

L-O-V-E

The love bomb and the discard. The devaluation cycle. You go from on top of the world to the gutter really quick. A little bit of bread crumbing in the middle to give you hope. Just a tiny taste of the love they used to feed you. Scraps really. And it almost seemed like they … Continue reading L-O-V-E →