Maybe I’m just a collection of other people’s mannerisms stitched together with guilt and good intentions.
I wanted to be normal for him. So badly that it hurt. sapphire foxx from her perspective
I threw up.
I can’t always tell anymore.
And I’m not sure I want to know the answer. Maybe I’m just a collection of other people’s
And for three hours, I let that woman hold me. I let her stroke my hair—the daughter’s hair, brown and straight, not my blue fur. I let her make me tea and show me old photo albums. And when she asked, “Do you forgive me?” I said yes. I threw up
And the worst part? People keep buying. Because the lie is easier. The lie smells like the person they lost, laughs like the person they miss, and never, ever tells them the hard truth.
