diary of a sick & sad rabbit

lately i have been thinking about my childhood and seeing my therapist more consistently than my best friend. the irony of this is that little me didn’t have any friends. i processed the things i was going through alone and assumed that most people had it…

lovely little bunny keeps quiet and reads her books. she is told she is so good and mature and smart and talented and has such a bright future. she loves music and art and fiction and sunshine. lovely little bunny is too quiet. the other bunnies giggle and

my mom always made sure the sheets were freshly cleaned and our beds were made when we got home. we had always lived in apartments, but when she got remarried we got a real house and a second parent who at least tried to care. my room was my whole world.…