The juggling act 

Yesterday, someone asked me (presumably joking), “do you have an addictive personality?” It cut straight through my soul. Because yes. Yes I do have an addictive personality. I was even given a book about it when I was a teenager. Whether it be slot machines at arcades, stupid apps like candy crush, my newfound love […]

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It feels like a knife. Scraping my mind, my heart. My inside. Just cutting. And when I’m raw and bleeding and hurting the knife keeps on relentlessly scraping away, shaving off parts of me, until there’s nothing left. It feels like I’ve been punched, hard, in the stomach. I’m bent over double, can’t breathe, can’t […]

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