“I wouldn’t define myself as an alcoholic, despite the doctors scare tactics. But I believe that because my problem doesn’t fit into the definition of alcoholic, it’s almost as though I’ve given myself permission to stay immersed in this problem I have.”
“I guess I come back to you in my mind when I do feel “crazy.” Crazy for being nostalgic over a bad friend, for me being a bad friend, and for our messed up friendship.”
Dear Claire Wineland, You know how there are some people in life, who, when you see them, you […]
All I wanted was a half-priced drink after my 9-to-5. Yet I called an Uber because I know […]
I have the 1975 on repeat. I tend to listen to artists, songs, really on repeat until the […]
It occurs to me that, quite often, people tell me that I am “too nice.” I am really […]
At work I am a person without wants, needs, desires, hobbies, interests, loved ones, weekends. At work I […]
There is no freedom here. You hostile state. I will not celebrate while you incarcerate. An empty plate […]
Dear White Feminists, I am tired of being your token. If and when I’m invited to your table […]
Change has been a constant fear of mine throughout my whole life. Whenever I detect even an ounce […]
