One of the hardest places to be is remembered in a place you wish to be forgotten. Stuck in a town that remembers you for all the wrong reasons. Just plain stuck! They still see me as that girl. They don’t care to know me now; they take too much pleasure in then. They take…
Tag: anxiety
3:13 am
Anxiety drums aggressively on my spine, as my battered inner voice tries to scream over the sound. My thoughts make me tired but the noise keeps me awake. My fingers tingle with the urge to rip the covers from my bed and do something. Do something, do anything to create relief. Relief that my body so desperately craves.
Jessa Quinn 