tiffanytutterow's Letters
To My Depression,
I feel you following me. I can feel your breath on the back of my neck. I see you lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to overtake me. No matter how fast I run, you keep up, always lingering a few steps behind. I try to push you away, but your embrace sticks to me like tar. I can’t wash you off no matter how l…read more