Laura Jane Williams

I am the kind of woman you’ll call strong on a good day, and exhausting on a bad.

He’s not talking to me now. That’s the biggest shattering of all – the grandest illusion broken.

I’ve missed the sound of you getting home, interrupting my work with a wet kiss on the back of my neck.

I’m learning that people care about me.

And the woman I’ve become? She wants to share her life with a man.

I don’t know why I didn’t scream at him. Yell. Storm out and tell everyone in the centre what he had done to me, what he was saying to me.

I should have done it when I had chance. I should’ve done it when he stood opposite me after a summer of making memories and shaping the landscape of one another’s lives.

The time is now, Internet. To be young! And full of hope!

I said, I should’ve said this before, but I’ve no intention of dating anybody. I’m sorry. Let’s stop this before it starts. 

We can’t do it alone

Every time we assist the subtraction, we fuel the other part of the dark voice inside, the one that says, “who are you to expect anything? Be grateful for the little that you do get.”

“When you finally accept that you’re a complete dork, your life gets easier. No sense in trying to be cool.”