One Year Out: 1 year in Solitary Resentment.
9 months out.
Mom’s Guilt.
Life’s A Beach
Multiple Streams Of Consciousness.
Bedtime makes me anxious..
Jokes On Me.
These Boundaries Got Hands.
Entire Life on D.N.D
solwork. soul work. soulwork.
& Still, We Love.
*Mic Drop*
I have Fucked enough of the Fuck Boys to know..
My Body, My choice.
Tell Me U Love Me, again.
No,I am not doing "well".
Im in the Rain doing a buck-40, Hydroplaning
