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It was the only thing that could help uish that was a constant

So I embraced it and wanted more

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Evelyn

My life was currently a mess, a wreck… a perfect shit show It had been days since I quit on the spot at Bosco’s, days since I had the energy to go job hunting Just the thought of taking on another waitressing position—the only thing at this point I was qualified for that ht from me

But the lack of employment wasn’t what ate at h in that same amount of time Too many days of silence, no anshen I called her, no return texts or phone calls after I left frantic—crazed—es

“I am an absolute mess of epic proportions”

I always hated the generalization people made about kids in the foster systeed, broken… ruined I hated it, had never believed it, but there were times this little voice deep down inside me whispered that it was all true It was this insidious scratch, sneering that the traumas that had happened in my life, ones I kneere there but didn’t reood out of me

I bit that dark voice back, buried it so deep it would be a lifetime before it clawed its way out, but when I was down, the shadowsup from the sad parts of my soul It was an old, toxic friend, an ex-lover who hurt you over and over again, one you wanted gone, but it never fully left

And it was because of all of that, the situations and moments in my life that had shaped who I was, that I tried so das weren’t funny, sood actress, a perfect liar

Because I’ so essential inhalf of myself