The Girl Who Split In Two
June 2, 2020
I love to write. Most of my stories I only share with a select few – either because they inspired it or it seems fitting to that person.
This
I love to write. Most of my stories I only share with a select few – either because they inspired it or it seems fitting to that person.
This
My dad is a carpenter — a very wise carpenter. He made a mistake on a project last week, which could have left him quite frustrated. Instead he took it
“I had a good childhood,” she said.
“It was normal. I spent all my time with my horses. Oh, how I loved those horses.”
And her childhood was
AS A THERAPIST, I WON’T:
Try to fix you.
Give you advice.
Tell you what to do.
Pretend I know more about you than you do.<br
Maybe nothing needs to change besides my perspective.
Could it be? The illusion of this life I am living—if it is so—can I just change the channel, stop the
WHY WON’T IT GO AWAY? BECAUSE UNSAFE MEMORIES HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIME.