Boom! Thunder claps outside, ominous, making the interior of this small apartment seem even more like a prison than normal. Smack! The door swings open, hits the wall and you stumble in, words sloppy, hair tussled. … I sit, silent, consider my options… I choose to stay silent. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! You yell sharp… Read more

Historically I have not always had very high self-esteem, In fact, you could probably say the opposite. It just doesn’t come natural to me and A lot of the experiences I’ve encountered though out my 20’s have reinforced the idea that I’m garbage. It is exhausting to wander through life second guessing every step you… Read more

I cry a lot, not necessarily because I am unhappy, although that does happen sometimes,  but because I am unafraid to feel. Society often equates crying with weakness. Expressing feelings in such a way is often considered childish or impulsive, and written off as some character flaw. Cry baby, attention whore, pussy. And maybe that’s… Read more