Sometimes I lie awake at night and think of the things that haunt me. All of the embarrassing stuff I did when I was younger. All of the embarrassing shit I said. Or all those times I walked in on my father imitating Elvis Presley in our living room.
You don't just get over things like that.
And as the days keep going the list keeps growing.
YOU ARE READING
Ride On
FanfictionI'm fine. Everything's fine. A young woman's journal on the ups and downs of life. Warnings: Mentions of depression and anxiety, brief mention of suicide. Book One
