After a year in Therapy, my psychiatrist said to me, 'Maybe life isn't for everyone'
It's scary what a smile can hide.
If you could read my mind, you'd be in tears.
Black is my happy color.
And then I think that maybe I was designed to be alone.
What if I feel like this for the rest of my life?
The worst feeling isn't being lonely. It's being forgotten by someone you will never forget.