I Love You...

Cassie and I met as casual friends, and by casual friends I mean we met specifically to sleep together casually, without attachments.  Because that’s how I do (that’s not really how I do.  I know that now). Everyone who I mentioned this meeting to said the same things – Oh.  That’s going to end horribly. [&hellip

I have a...

There was always the smallest part of me that believed I was good enough, that believed I deserved something.  To be happy.  To be loved.  To be wanted.  To be cared for. Even in the midst of some powerful and deep feelings of self-loathing I held these tiny nuggets as truth.  They WERE there.  They [&hellip

Oh, you guys,...

Hey look! I was right. Some days are better than others and today is a better day then yesterday. For example, today my boss brought me a fruit tart. Yesterday: no tart. See how that works? You may want to skip this post and all the others for the last year, especially if you don’t [&hellip

Some Days

Some days I don’t believe it will get any better, that I’ll feel sad and lonely and terrible for the rest of my life, and on those days I just want to disappear. I want to fall apart, melt down into a puddle and be dried up by the sun like there was nothing there [&hellip


Wow, things really took a sudden turn for the serious around here. I’m sorry I had to do that to you. I’m in a place of great introspection and other important things like making mix tapes for my 7th grade boyfriend who is going to really be surprised to hear form me after all these [&hellip