I have serious issues with men who think "emotional labor" is a type of construction work and that my only valid opinions are on what to order for dinner. ..→

I miss being touched, so I try to be gentle with myself instead of angry about it. ..→

I posted a smiling selfie an hour later like my life was spotless. ..→

I miss a person who doesn’t exist anymore—and I hate myself for still looking for them in strangers. ..→

I keep people close enough to want me, far enough to never hurt me. ..→

Not sure if anyone else does this, but I do. ..→

I’ve been carrying this around in my head. ..→

The holidays have this weird way of turning the volume up on everything. ..→

The hardest part isn’t the big problems. ..→