I'd typically introduce myself now, but I think my posts say enough. Call me whatever you'd like, I don't have a name that I know of. Right now, I'm in a state of peace. My hate knows no ends. But, for now, you get this. You are loved.
Your bones don't break, mine do. You stomp on me and spit, leaving me out to dry. You leave me after everything and that's okay. That was a very long time ago. Today I am a different person, new skin, new eyes, I see things differently now. My loneliness does not shape me. Not anymore.
