Just me. Introverted, insightful and sometimes intense, but always imaginative.
She looked in the mirror and was grateful that the latest marks could be covered by clothes. Black eyes, bloody noses and multiple bruises had covered her body throughout the years. She went between thinking, “I’ve become toxic too! It’s not his fault,” and “I can’t do this anymore. My life is filled with sadness and torment.”
By JPlane4 years ago in Psyche