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
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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?
Over and Under
So, I had my second therapy session a couple of days ago, and let’s just say I don’t love how quickly I’ve gotten close to my therapist. We talked about my dad — how I never got a birthday call, text, or social media post from him. Does it hurt that I didn’t? Well, yes. … Continue reading Over and Under
Floating Head
On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
My Father Gets Married Today
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
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 