It’s a typical weekday night. Hair in a bun, t-shirt hanging slightly off one shoulder and the seemingly invisible thought bubble poking...

I live because of you, you and you, but I don’t know how to live for me. I obligatorily exist for fear of hurting you. I’m just here. I...

Sometimes I wonder if I’m going crazy. If I’m over exaggerating things. Am I a failure? Was it rape? Was he right? Were they right?...