I am twelve years old when I realize I am different from the other girls my age. Continue reading Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
We stood in a circle in our high school’s dirt parking lot, passing a spliff. Continue reading Coffee Mug
We’d pause in parking lots, unfurling plastic bags of convenience store candy. Ninety-nine cents a pop. Continue reading Shotgun
What if things go south and you’re reminded that there wasn’t even technically anything there to be upset about in the first place? Continue reading What I Thought About Normal People
I am in probably the most stable period of my entire life and yet somehow I am longing for a time where I was skinnier, but absolutely miserable. Continue reading My old pants don’t fit me anymore
If you’re tired of being scared about the state of the actual world, perhaps try instead being scared of a haunted murderous lake woman and metaphorical mouse traps. Continue reading Real-life Coping Mechanisms, Let’s Discuss
I think of my experiences as being packed into a big, clunky suitcase that I haul with me wherever ago. This suitcase is kind of old and might be a little overstuffed, but it is mine to carry. Of course, everyone brings baggage into relationships — I just have a specific kind. Continue reading Lovesick, Sick of Love, or Just [mentally] Ill?
I’m blacklisted from at least two library networks. Continue reading The Unbearable Paradox of Deadlines
Nirvana had it wrong. We should not in fact be all apologies. Continue reading Say What?
It’s like in movies when someone time travels and accidentally makes it so that someone wasn’t born. Except they were born. And they treated you like garbage. Continue reading Photoshopping My Ex-boyfriends Out of Photos