Domenique, photographed by me in 2011

My inside is a mess today. I can’t make out what’s real and what’s been colored by the monthly storm of hormones. I am also worried about Domenique, she’s gone missing. I hope she is alright. Her life is a very dark place right now and it’s hard for me to watch her waste her life and herself like that – and I can’t do anything about it. I’ve known her since she was 13, when she was very fragile, but somehow she’s even more fragile today. I miss her, the Domenique without all that black stuff in her eyes.

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