• Archive for July 6th, 2017

    Fuck you lins

    by  • July 6, 2017 • Anger • 2 Comments

    In the beginning I saw you as a way to communicate with someone who wouldn’t speak to me otherwise. “Obviously she wants to talk to me here” even though the “she” never spoke your name nor confirmed her presence here. That was years ago. I stayed, in large part, because I found a sort of

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    Hope is a hard thing

    by  • July 6, 2017 • Children • 3 Comments

    It feels like every fucking person is pregnant or having their babies. Smiling photos.. my friends.. their happiest moments and I feel so volatile that I can barely get out a “congratulations.” It feels completely inauthentic. It feels wrong to feel this way. I hate self-pity and I don’t know if that’s what this is..

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