It all started when I started acting more recklessly. I stayed out of home for days that I would forget to take my antidepressants & mood-stabilizing medications. I said to myself, “fuck it, I wanted

I am never guilty for the “wrong” things I’ve done. For every action, there is a consequence. But for every action, there is a reason. Sorry I can’t pretend and fake to be happy 24/7. There always has

 It is true. The scars do remain.     It’s like the weight of the world rests on my chest, refusing to get off of me. It’s an inexplicable heaviness the human eye fails to see.

I am pro-choice, which means I support a woman to take it as an option to have an abortion or not, and I support the fact that abortion has to be legalized.  I am also an antinatalist, which means