Like a true college freshman this is my first sober night all labor day weekend. Read More
I didn’t mean to say that I don’t miss him and want him around. I want that more than anything. But I know I can’t have it so I have to make myself shake the idea. Its like living in the desert and everyday hoping for rain. Eventually, you look at all the sand and think, “hey, this ain’t so bad." Read More
My whole entire life I have put in the context of a story; an elaborate never ending novel. Read More
She liked to imagine, as she would in hotel rooms from time to time or when driving other people’s cars, that they were hers and see how each new environment could produce another facet of herself she never knew about. Read More
I’ve decided why I don’t like journaling online. Well, there are several reasons. 1. You are forced to stare at... Read More
X stared at his text message. The music was building. Electronic synths climbing towards the chorus. Everything felt dramatic. She... Read More
That’s the trouble with dreamers. It’s never as good as what was, or what could be, or the coffee talk. It’s never now. It’s some other time and place. Read More
We often feel we have achieved some great feat by the deep, romantic loving of another person. We feel that because we have put ourselves out on a such a feeble limb, we are deserving of something. We are owed reparations for all that we lose when in love, like our freedom and our minds. Read More