“WHAT?! IMMA GO TALK TO MY TEACHER TOMMORROW THEY ACCIDENTLY MARKED ME ABSENT”
Allowing ourselves to be comforted
Five years ago, I packed up everything with my name scribbled on it and stuffed it into the leather backseat of my car.
As the rate of divorce steadily increases, there is a gradual influx of people from separated homes.
Moments that should be huge celebrations come with bittersweet feelings. Graduations. Birthdays. Achievements. Weddings. Anything huge and momentous also feels like a reminder.
Go forth and be a child once again!
See, I promised myself a lot of things. And what I’ve learned in my 20 short years of living is that not all promises were meant to be kept.
They told me that memories are a good thing, seeing as I just began to lose mine. It’s a mean old trick that age plays on you as it corrupts other parts of your body along the way.
There’s something super unsettling about her smile, like the opposite of Mona Lisa.
When I was little, I spent a lot of time alone, but occasionally with my brother after dragging him tooth and nail to basement.