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
life
Welp, here we are.
I’ve typed and erased so many sentences.I’ve typed. I’ve erased.There were even two full paragraphs — gone. What I have to say doesn’t feel like it means anything. Maybe that’s why I keep deleting it. But isn’t that what writing is sometimes? A conversation between the parts of myself that want to be seen and … Continue reading Welp, here we are.
I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
I woke up in a panic. It's 8 in the morning, and the shirt I slept in is sticking to my neck. I woke up in a panic, but I'm not panicking. I'm relieved. Not panicking. Not scared. Am I okay? I take a few deep breaths in through my nose and slowly let my … Continue reading I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
Please tell me this makes sense
I have this ache in the pit of my stomach. Not my heart—my stomach—because maybe that’s where my heart lives now. Or maybe it’s on my sleeve. My emotions feel bare, exposed, scraped raw by every silence. I wince when even a light breeze brushes against them. Can they read my face? Can they read … Continue reading Please tell me this makes sense
I feel like a fraud
Happy fourth...? I don't even know, dude. I don't really remember the last thing I posted on here. I guess I could take a look but I don't want to because then I would squirm in my own skin. I relapsed. I still want to use. Right now, I'm not using. Right now I'm clean … Continue reading I feel like a fraud
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 