Author: Pomy

The house I grew up in didn’t feel as if it’s mine anymore. I spent most of my childhood here and I thought it was mine. The memories I have of this place are still vivid in my mind. I…

“How naive of me,” she said, “to think that I would feel no pain at the end of it all. I should know by now that caring leads to being hurt. I should have learned sooner that feelings have consequences…

She sometimes feels like she’s a terrible person with an ego that makes her look so strong yet breaks her from the inside. She misses people. She misses those who she doesn’t talk to anymore. She hates that people who…