I was 19 years old and only just coming to terms with being the victim of an emotionally abusive relationship that technically had not even ended yet. I did not understand many things, let alone that just because I had been away at college didn't mean that I had escaped the torture that someone I still struggle to call my abuser had put me through. In fact, I had managed to tie all of my memories ... » Continue Reading
I remember being at daycare and throwing up onto the floor at three years old. I was sitting in a chair in a corner by myself, so before any adult had seen what happened, my little brain took a mental picture of my vomit. I don't recall what I had eaten that day, but my throw up looked like mashed potatoes with pepper sprinkled on top. That anecdote may seem gross enough, but later that same day a... » Continue Reading
I was too young for myspace when it was popular, and it's been funny to watch the older people around me refer to it with such intense nostalgia. Professors, certain love interests, and even my own mother all carry some level of attachment to it. And I remember being a child who knew that all the cool alternative teens used myspace, but by the time I reached my own emo phase in high school, the pl... » Continue Reading