I may not know you but I know something about you. I know that you’re hurting. I know that you’ve been bruised and battered and wounded, that you’re reeling from the hits and
Dear Hurting Teenager, I know you want to leave. I know the horrible, endless walks through the hallways that you endure every morning, near vomiting. I know the afternoon bus rides
I may not know you but I know something about you. I know that you’re hurting. I know that you’ve been bruised and battered and wounded, that you’re reeling from the hits and
Dear Hurting Teenager, I know you want to leave. I know the horrible, endless walks through the hallways that you endure every morning, near vomiting. I know the afternoon bus rides