I think the FierceFeminist is a perfect way recapture why I started blogging in the first place. I wanted to share stories, change opinions with what I wrote and just have fun with it.
Maybe that’s why I get hurt.
And here was me, with a slightly less dramatic break up, a ghosting experience and a shaky at times love life under my belt.
Everyone had the ex who we were not to discuss, or the ex who they still watched from a distance.
I'm so sorry I was ugly.
I was prepared to be your biggest fan. I had the World in my hand, and I was ready to give it to you. My heart had never felt so full, the world was no longer so dull. My sight in technicolour. I could have been your biggest fan, but it was never enough for … Continue reading For the One who I would have given the World. (Spoken Word)
I was having a post-grad breakdown. I was having what others had described before me, but I never thought it was an actual thing.
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You might always be the evil ex. The one who ended it on grounds that they didn't think were acceptable, or even right.
Heart break is a consequence of growing up. A symptom of being a human being.
To the boys who left me on read, made me wonder what was wrong with me, whether I was better dead. My body is a chapel, built to enclose those who pray, who play a part in my life. I am sacred, too good to be left on read by boys like you. Last seen … Continue reading Read. (Spoken Word)