the name means absolutely nothing
When February 15th rolled around, I thought about writing a post, but none of the words in my head seemed keen on being released. It’s been a full year, since my father left, since I first wondered what would happen without him around.
My parents are still technically married. My father is still technically [...]
I feel like I’ve been in a battle and my heart has been destroyed. Maybe I’ll say more on that later. Maybe not.
I'm Lizzy. Or Liz. I'm a seventeen year old from Nashville. I write words here. I like it when people comment on the words I write. Want to know more about me? Carry on my wayward son. (see what I did there? HA.)