It’s okay not to be okay.

Your reflection stared right back at you. Stoic pose, tired brown eyes and pale skin that had seen better days. The only sign of life being your lips that parted each time you said “I am happy”. You’d said it seven times already, you just have to get to twenty one and you’d be fine.Continue reading “It’s okay not to be okay.”

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