Itsokaytofeel Stories

He wrote the best part of my story. Then the chapter ended. Theo was supposed to be my forever. The boy who built me a treehouse, who made me playlists, who looked at me like I was the answer to a question he'd been asking his whole life. We had a plan. We had a future. Then a storm rolled in, and he never made it home. Now I'm just the girl standing in the wreckage of an "us" that never got to be. I scream at his voicemail. I wear his hoodie until it loses his smell. I push away everyone who tries to help-until I meet a boy with sad eyes who understands that some losses don't just heal. agai They say time heals all wounds. But what if the wound is shaped like a person? A raw, painful journey through first love, devastating loss, and the slow art of learning to breathe n.

Life is something we find amusing because of how miserably it treats us, while small joys are planted. It makes us second-guess everything we do or did. Some live up to perfection in public eyes, but behind the walls, there is a person whose life hangs by a thread of hope. This is a daily or weekly collection of poems or prose created for people to relate to and know they're not the only ones in distress. - By hope