Sometimes I take up all the space in the room; other times, I feel like I’m not even there.

I tried to figure out why I wasn’t depressed—and somehow, I ended up depressed.

Pics (and videos) or it didn’t happen.

Stop explaining and start protecting your peace.

I ain’t got it together.

Falling apart? Yes. Thriving anyway? Also yes.

Finding love in all the places I didn’t know to look.

Contemplating making room for someone else.

Knowledge slipped through my fingers before I even knew to grasp it.