A Confession Letter For My Dear Brother
My only consolation now is that you loved Brand New as much as I did.
My only consolation now is that you loved Brand New as much as I did.
It took five years – until I was almost 19 – before I ever considered myself attractive.
I’m a little excited about the Mean Girls musical that is currently being written.
She seemed nice enough via email. She could spell, at least. Her name was Stephanie.
After my little brother died, people would say he’s in a better place, or he’s lost, or he’s moved on. Why, yes, he has moved on. To a grave. Because he’s dead.