"Can I please just talk to him?" A whisper laced with a desperate plea. "He's asleep." "Please. I won't wake him." There was a deep and long inhale. "Hold on." She gets out of bed, still dressed in the scrubs that she came home in earlier in the day. It's a little past 1 in … Continue reading I promise
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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)
A Letter To My Younger Self
As I close my eyes, I’m picturing a little curly-haired boy with skin the color of coffee after putting four creamers and four sugars. Smile wide with baby gaps in his teeth. Dimples deep enough that it made the top of his cheeks puff out like a balloon. I don’t know the age, but I … Continue reading A Letter To My Younger Self
Everyone is someone’s someone.
After my recovery meeting I started to make my way to the bus stop. It was an airy night. The sounds of the small town were noticeable but now alarming. I had my earphone in listening to TTPD by Taylor Swift on shuffle while a group of late teenagers, young adults, were stood not too … Continue reading Everyone is someone’s someone.
A letter to the crush who never knew he was my boyfriend.
Dear crush(es), El oh El. This is funny to me because as I sit here to write out my letter I am flabbergasted at all the guys that come into my mind. There seems to be a theme happening in this delusional mind of mine. All the guys I've ever had a crush on were … Continue reading A letter to the crush who never knew he was my boyfriend.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 