there's a certain ache that clings to the ribs when you long for things that never were. it's not the sharp sting of losing something real; no, it's worse. It's the grief of a life unalived. the mourning of ghost versions of yourself you'll never meet. you sit by the window, forehead pressed to the cold glass, not because you're waiting for anyone, but because somewhere, in a stitched-up daydream,... » Continue Reading
I am overwhelmed. why? you may ask. I say this because at 20 years old, I thought I would have this free feeling and be doing whatever I wanted. this economy is basically laughing in my face right now. I'm a sophomore in university, I have two jobs that I work occasionally and I have to learn how to navigate the world on my own. it's tough out here, especially as a POC who's also a woman and queer... » Continue Reading
how could i ever feel proud of myself when all she does is compare me to my younger sister? her words, sharp and unyielding, cut deep into my soul, » Continue Reading
i often write about love, despite growing up in a chaotic home. i heard "i love you" countless times, even though i felt like i was incapable of truly feeling it. speaking of love when i've never truly exper » Continue Reading
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