No amount of glue nor tape will hold our invisible glass ceiling together. The cracks will weaken and shatter, and we will be free.

I now understand why my sister takes on such a motherly role over me.

Heel to toe my foot touched the concrete ground, blank. All I see is emptiness, my future ends here.

Everyone holds their scars beneath their skin…

I’m just gonna call it how it is, the school system is fucked. We start school as babies compared to the rest of the world. Going in with our auras full, colorful, and bright. Yet we come out adults, adults with all the life and child-like personality traits drained out of us with every test, every assignment, every sleepless night we take on, making sure we’re staying on top of our school work. And all for what? A letter grade?

I find myself missing the darkness. Not the kind of darkness that can be stowed away by the flick of a switch, but the inner darkness of my knotted up mind. The days don’t repeat on loopty loops anymore.

Your fatal flaw, always putting others first before you.

The days blend together like a wash cycle, round and round and round. A veil between you and the world, between you and your life.

I believe in soulmate best friends. It’s platonic, it’s the type of relationship that goes deeper than any friendship.