How can someone who means so much to a person mean nothing the next day?

And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.

It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.

No one should be ashamed to speak up. Shame makes it easy for neglect and abuse and bullying to stay huddled together in their dark corner. It’s time to throw the switch on this spotlight. If I can inspire other kids to speak their truth, then everything I’ve been through will have been worth it.

It’s interesting how you can know someone for a long time, and then one day you just see them in this whole different way.

No one is worth wasting a gorgeous weekend over.

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.