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 don’t mind so much the staying inside. Continue reading Quarantine, Day Whatever
i have a headache Continue reading jesus christ, I’m 26
It’s an unattainable goal, almost certainly. Continue reading When Will I Have Read Enough Books?
“Get the net!” My parents would shout. Continue reading I Could Have Been Bitten By a Bat
Here’s to the cutting room floor. Continue reading Here Are My Outtakes
All we do is talk up to it and around it and away from it, too. Continue reading I Am That Person Looking For Signs
I’m starting to worry that maybe reading just isn’t as fun as I remember.
Continue reading I Have A “Not Finishing Books” Problem
The steps I am taking are not drastic or even novel, but sometimes the obviousness of something can make it difficult to realize. Continue reading Steps I Am Taking To Survive the Winter Doom-Feeling