March
I cry everyday.
Literally, I wake up everyday and cry.
My mother is heavy on my mind. The many questions I want to ask her. The explanations that i long for. She went back to Harlem which means I can't have a session with her. I remember her telling me that I needed to read all her letters. I don't even remember what I did with those letters. Liana may know, but I have no contact with my family members. They don't want to interfere with my healing...
Dr. Martin, my psychologist, says that she thinks that I've been suffering from PTSD for years. Which explains the many times I flipped out anytime some dude tried to touch me inappropriately. She says that she can tell I've been drowning for years in my own pain. She says she can save me but I have to be willing to let everything go to focus in it.
I wonder if I can.
-Liyah
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Heartbreak Hotel (Editing)
FanfictionIt stands on the east side of 57th avenue. Sitting on the corner to be exact. Heartbreak hotel is. club where anybody who's somebody goes to get high, drunk, and dance the whole night away. Many singers have discovered there. Many dancers even. That...
