There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here

That okay. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep." Her fingers wrap around my arm. "You don't have to go anywhere. I feel safe with you.

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are.