He's getting married while I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving every age between six and thirty. He's getting married while I'm over here drinking a warm, bitter cup of resentment - spiced with cinnamon- poison sugar and topped with traumatized whipped cream. Because at the end of the day, he did what he could, … Continue reading My Father Gets Married Today
confessional writing
Literally, who the fuck.
The first thing I see in the mirror is the Elephant Man. Acne scars—some light, some dark—dot my face like a constellation, and in my mind, I start to connect them. I chuckle. Now I really see him. The Elephant Man and I feel like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I roll my shoulders back, … Continue reading Literally, who the fuck.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 