It's like my brain sends the ink through my veins then to my pen.
But on this story it's not happening.
Where do or how do I write my story on my 3 year very toxic, very abusive mentally, verbally, physically brutally intense emotional manipulation relationshit.
Thinking it about triggers.
Thinking about it hurts.
Thinking about is exhausting.
One question does to come to mind.
Why me?
The only words are his. They've taken up permanent residency in my mind.
When the ink starts to flow, look out.
Day by day maybe.
© diana-g