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TW:Includes themes of child loss, miscarriages, abuse, suicide, and death. They talk about success like it’s always a good thing. In the case of Theodore Gilbert success was the worst thing to happen to our tiny town in years. Theodore Gilbert’s success was in this very rare sense, more of a failure. Perhaps this is what he wanted, or thought he wanted but labeling it a success is wrong. You see I’ve known Theodore Gilbert since him and I were still in diapers, we used to play down at the creek together with his baby sister Sally Lou Gilbe...
[TRIGGER WARNING]Contains themes of child death, substance abuse, physical abuse, and hints at SA.My parents don't love me. I know this seems dramatic but they point it out all the time. I was adopted after my older sister, Cassiana, died, just so my little sister, Joanna, didn't feel lonely. Don't get me wrong- I love Joanna, I'd give whole worlds for her, it's just my "parents" that are the issue. They would love to just send me away and be done with me, after they had Carolina, there was no use for me anymore, Joanna had a playmate that l...
***Repeat these steps as needed to find your shade of blue, and realize your unhappiness. Considering repeating steps 1-23 if you need. Note: This may cause severe feelings of self worthlessness, loneliness, and depression. It will not be worth it and you will leave sadder than before.*** Step 1: Be lonely. Finding your shade of blue works best when you're already lonely, have no friends, or better yet, toxic friendships. It's like an already made thin layer of blue, a perfect canvas for the shades that will come next. This is very help...
“Mary! Mary, wait!” I ran after her, her dress hem bouncing against her long legs. She could easily beat any boy on our track team. I became breathless, panting, but I couldn’t let Mary get too much of a lead on me. I needed her to stop, to slow down. To let me talk. “Mary! Please stop!” I bent over, cheeks red and flushed, my head pounding with my heart. My breaths came short and ragged, a stitch forming on my side. My shoes were full of dust, my hair was too. My chest was practically soaked in sweat, and my eyes were stinging as bits of sa...
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