Author’s Note: This piece was originally written days before my 21st birthday, early October 2022. I wanted to write a goodbye letter to being twenty years old but I don’t know how to say goodbye to another year that almost left me dead. I am lying to myself if I…

I’m trying to be someone I’m not and I think it’s working out for me. When I first got here I realized I hadn’t prepared well enough. Normally, with occasions such as this one, I have laid out a persona to don for the first day. As a kid, my…

Let me begin by saying that I think my favorite way to get to know someone is by sitting in the passenger seat. I like not doing anything but getting to know him. I like the soft pauses in conversation, music we’ve agreed upon filling in the gaps with views…

I’ve walked around with an open heart on my sleeve for twenty years believing that people are always more like me, than they are not– that each of us possesses some sameness. …

“Sorry for asking you To love me more Guess I’ve become the burden I was so fearful of before Never asking you to make me Frozen mac-n-cheese” — Sorry I Was Sorry, Adult Mom Forehead kisses break my knees and leave me crawling back to you. Except, not yet– except…

Sometimes I don’t even like having these bad ideas. I think all I do is hurt people. I think all I know how to do is reproduce a lethal cycle. People fall in love with me against my will, but I act powerless to stop it because it feeds my…

Dear Mom, I think the biggest struggle between us has always been honesty. When I was little I hid everything from you, because I thought that’s what good daughters were supposed to do. Everything that was unpalatable, I just put away. …

“Last week on Thursday I got drunk and thought about my friends Most of them are so in love and I’m happy for them I am resentful of the practices of human faith We fall in love, we fall in love, we hope it’s not too late” — I Hate…

I don’t have much time left before all of this turns into meaningless nothing, so let me get this down quickly. Black panties hang on the hanger that’s supposed to hold washcloths, I’m back to being a slut. I’m sorry if I sleep around a lot, I’m really just doing…