No One Knows For Certain How Much

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.

Two Steps Behind Her, I Say Her Name. "skye.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

My Heart And My Trust Were In The Process Of Collapsing. And That Collapse Created A Vacuum In My Chest.