How You Die

Some man tells you to follow him into the woods. You go because you haven’t been taught not to trust yet. Your heart is open to the world, and the hope that no one makes you bleed is still inchoate. He leaves you there, with pretty words and a substitution Read more…

I Will Love

I don’t want my life to be a novel anymore. A show. It’s beautiful because it’s sad, but it feels like it’s for other people to look at. “Look how strong she’s been, look how hard she falls, look how passionate she is.” They look but don’t touch. They admire Read more…

I Miss My Friend

I know I shouldn’t (because of a multitude of reasons), but on days like this, I miss my friend. I miss messaging him and seeing stupid smilies grinning back at me. I miss hearing him laugh. I miss the sound his voice makes when he’s about to say something important. I miss Read more…

The Cost of Despair

I’d like to tell you a story. It isn’t my story, and it may not even be entirely accurate, as most of it is based on things I was told, and clouded in painful memories that cut just as deeply today as they did then. but I will do the Read more…

Regret

“Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.” – Good Will Hunting

What Difference Does It Make?

“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it’s there, because it can’t hurt, and because what difference does it make?” Read more…