It would be stupid to fall for someone like you. It would be insanity to curl into your arms and pretend your body is warm. But you make me feel intoxicated — the way your adrenaline binds into the blood in my veins, tickling my skin, hot and sweaty. Eyes widened. Pupils dilated. You make … Continue reading Deconstructing You
Based on a True Story
Inspired by reality, shaped by memory and imagination. These entries are part diary, part story — sometimes true, sometimes embellished, always honest in spirit. Because the truth is always subject to change.
Catching up
I have 122 days clean today. So far today, I’ve cleaned my kitchen (just need to Swiffer), cleaned my bathroom (even wrote new affirmations on my mirror), washed my sheets and comforter, and I should be doing homework… but instead I’m catching up on everything that’s happened since my last entry in here. I started a new … Continue reading Catching up
Is it safe?
“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode Except I did. I was dressed perfectly. The wig. The pink silk chiffon scarf. A black dress with black kitten heels. The glasses and golden-brown lip to tie it all together. Why is it that in the comfort of my own place, … Continue reading Is it safe?
Pants on fire.
In the gym, watching the news about how aid is being suspended to Gaza, while Kesha’s “Joyride” plays in my ear — the remix version where “I’m a bitch” keeps looping over a dance beat that makes me want to move. I catch myself thinking I’m living in The Hunger Games. I’ve never read the books, but … Continue reading Pants on fire.
Who handcrafted love?
Who handcrafted the word love?Who was the genius and the evil mastermind who defined that little, big, four-letter, disgustingly, horrifically beautiful, tone-deaf word? It’s tiny and small, yet carries the weight of a thousand minuscule details and nonverbals that can only be photographed in supercut moments. Love: An intense feeling of deep affection.Deep: Extending far down from the … Continue reading Who handcrafted love?
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 