Everyone thinks I’m getting better. But really, I’ve just gotten better at not talking about it. But when there’s silence, the walls begin to scream. Does anyone really know the real me? I don’t even know all of me. But my mind drifts, sometimes to hor...

Love is dead To me love is just a four letter word now. When I was little, I let my heart love. I let myself love so deeply and I was absolutely hypnotized with the feeling. I was so innocent. And I miss that about me. As I grew older, I realized that...