“I stopped wishing I was dead –learned to love myself before anyone else — become more than just a burden. I know I’m more than worthy of your time” — Sorority Noise Gutted. I was completely and utterly gutted. My skin felt too tight, like someone was pressing an iron against my cheek, and my… Continue reading A message from the broken-hearted, to the broken-hearted on Valentine’s Day
“What do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show?” — Taylor Swift Hot tears well up, but I can’t let them fall. I just spent 45 minutes on my make-up and the black of the eyeliner makes my green eyes look like emeralds. I need to… Continue reading You should have been here
Editor’s Note: I used an old picture of Jordan because that’s how I remember him: happy, confident and goofy. In between stories, I scroll through Facebook to make sure I’m not missing any major news going on in Washington County or Hagerstown. Ice filled my veins as a post from an old high school friend… Continue reading The Jordan Morris Project
“Wherever you go, go with all your heart worn out and broken in like hand me downs.” –Transit “Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday but I realized some bigger dreams of mine.” — Taylor Swift A couple weekends ago, I went to a wedding of one of my oldest friends. The… Continue reading Cult-er of the Altar
“You’ve always had the power, my dear. You just had to learn it for yourself.” –The Wizard of Oz I have stumbled through life under the weight of a “something is wrong with me” anvil on my back. My Mom cut my hair off in fourth grade, because I was a strange little girl… Continue reading Eyedropper in the ocean
“Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past. Well, we knew we had the good things, but those never seemed to last.” — Modest Mouse A few nights ago, I found myself in a familiar position. It was summer. I was sitting on a porch watching the moon rise. I was crying… Continue reading I carry you with me
It feels like a punch to my gut typing that because I know that no matter what I do, people will draw untrue conclusions or think of me as an attention-seeking basket-case, but let me tell you there was no attention to gain for four days straight when I climbed the stairs to a parking garage after doing traffic in the morning show and called the suicide hotline, begging for the pain to stop.