For as long as I can remember, death has always been a comforting friend who’s wathful gaze I could turn to, as I came across dead end after dead end; each one seeming more final than the last. Yet along with all of that I’ve ever done my best to advance as a person, and know myself.
So when I spend an entire summer being denigrated, gaslit, and attacked and emotionally abused by my family all the negativity doesn’t turn to self loathing anymore. And my passive desire to die, twists into one to exact revenge against those who abused me and never once tried to […]