This is how the story goes: I force myself to never test the waters. I go out into the big, bad world with my dry erase life.

I use the eraser more than I use the marker.

This is how the story goes: I wake up feeling stolen. I wake up feeling like I'll vomit.

I never vomit.

This is how the story goes: I'm fine. I'm not golden, I'm rotten; I'm just fine.

This is how the story should go: I shake only when I am cold.

This is how the story should go: My family is never too loud. I am never too quiet. I speak when I need to.

This is how the story should go: I understand that I have bad things in my past. Bad things in my past do not have me.