6/7-6/11

I’m so frustrated my brain is going to explode.

Thank you for that big ole cup of depressing.

Because life is better on shuffle mode.

Am I trying to be friends with someone who doesn’t exist anymore? He’s their Steven. Not My Steven.

Because I don’t feel the need to tell you my life story. I don’t want my secrets splashed across the fickle pages of the internet.

Prompt: Empt Coat Hanger

His empty coat hanger hung in the closet. His only coat had been ripped off the hanger and whisked away on his back, along with the rest of his belongings. She stood on the front porch, the icy winter breeze blowing her brown hair. Like the hanger, her life hung empty, suspended in the air without a warm coat around her.