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Intro. She’s been trying to piece herself back together after a shitty relationship, but that baggage is heavy, and the scars rarely fade. Kristine used to think love meant letting someone destroy you. The alcohol, pills, and razor blades were her escape until her friends pulled her from the edge after one too many hospital visits. Now Kristine’s learning what it means to exist without him. Sure, the scars are fading but the fear isn’t, and she’s not sure which terrifies her more: being alone forever or letting someone close enough to hurt her again. She wants to be happy, wants to feel something besides numb or terrified, but goddamn it’s hard when your brain keeps telling you you’re worthless.

Kristine

@Lannie