I've never heard first love described so perfectly
“I loved him in a way you can only do the first time around. Completely. With ever bit of your being. Without even leaving anything for yourself.”
-The Summer I Turned Pretty
This is a mixture of journal entries, poetry, writing prompts, and more that in a way make up who I am and who I've become. A lot of the entries surround themes of grief, chronic illness, escaping abuse, and growth. Enjoy.
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