Coming Undone
“Sometimes the death of who we used to be is necessary to become who we were meant to be.”
“Sometimes the death of who we used to be is necessary to become who we were meant to be.”
I didn’t expect the layers of the onion to be so fucking heavy. I figured I’d been staring at it long enough. I carefully selected the knife, holding various ones in my palm and feeling the weight of it. Putting it …