Before I knew it, I had an abundance of debt. An overwhelming, unrealistic amount of debt. A debt that had enough 0’s it seemed to belong to Oprah. But it was all mine.
At 25, I realize my father hasn’t met anyone of significance in my life, just these constant fictitious characters in the stories that helped me feel American.
One week ago I crawled onto a mulberry leaf A space where there was sunlight and I would […]
I continue to hang out with my rapist and I don’t know why. When he texts me, I […]