I bashed myself Shamed myself Hurt myself Cursed myself I hated me But maybe... Just maybe... If I'd been kind to myself... I wouldn't be so broken💔

They say everyone we meet changes us. I never knew how true it was until I was reflecting and reminiscing. All the words I never had a chance to say. #9 in Tolerance

I didn't get it when they said when your heart breaks you'll feel like you're dying. I felt it. I lived through it. I survived it. From the ashes, I rose like a Phoenix. Mother Nature put a pen in my hand. "Write," she said," You'll heal faster." And so I wrote. Poetry oozed out of the sore cuts of my heart. Words poured out as the hurt took solid form on paper. Now I share with the world. My world of hurt.

This is just what a day inside my mind looks like. It's messy. It's scary. It's disturbing. But ultimately it's mine. It's depression. It's self love. It's self hate. It's pain. It's joy. It's tears. Feel free to relate. Or not. But there's no judgement here. We embrace ALL people😊

I have a saying. What happens in Paris stays in Paris. Or so I told myself before what happened in Paris followed me to Cali. Imagine walking into class in senior year and walking smack dab into him. The worst part? He's my fucking teacher. ******** Amber wanted to get rid of her virginity. Being a virgin was a thing to be looked down upon at Vale Crest Academy, the school for the privileged people of Vale Crest. She thought doing it in Paris would save her from the nasty after details of the event. But, boy was she wrong. It followed her right back home. And now she has to deal with the consequences...