Tired of having my dream just out of my grasp no matter how hard I worked. Tired of allowing myself to be treated as less than by a client I despised for money. Tired of being the safety net and punching bag for my brother because like me, he had no one else. Tired of not knowing whether I’d get the phone call one day that Onyx had finally decided to end it and take his life. Tired of pretending my mother’s words and indifference were no big deal when in reality, it devastated me. I was so tired from carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders that they physically ached, so I cried. I
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