Every day I feel a little stronger. Every day I feel that I am once again coming to myself. I am not 100%, but I don't know what that would even look like. Every choice, every person that comes into and out of my life changes me. My thoughts are different; my dreams are different.... Continue Reading →
I'm going to say it. It's not going to be nice. It's not going to be pretty, but I need to say it. I'm angry. I don't mean just ticked off, something irks me, I'll get over it in an hour or two. No. I'm angry. I'm pissed. I want to scream it from the... Continue Reading →
I lost myself in you. Forgot who I was and the things I wanted. I compromised for the sake of love. You said I changed you, grounded you. In exchange, you threw me into chaos. Once I found my footing, I walked away on unsteady legs.
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I can’t eat I can’t sleep. There’s a weight on my chest making it hard to breathe. Doing the right thing doesn’t necessarily feel good. You said you understood. I could hear the hurt and the anger over the line. I didn't want to do it this way, disembodied voices through a device that often... Continue Reading →
I had a privileged upbringing. Not necessarily money wise. We weren't rich, but we weren't hurting either. We lived in a suburb in the Bronx, a nice house with a yard full of trees and a swing set. My maternal grandmother lived in the basement apartment happily spoiling her grandkids. My father worked hard supporting... Continue Reading →
What does red lipstick mean to you? I've read articles that declare it's been used since ancient times to denote sexual availability, even promiscuity. I've read that women who wear red lipstick are approached more by men and seen as more physically attractive and receptive to advances. There was even an article I read that... Continue Reading →
I've started two short stories and have no idea where they're going. I've even considered combining them as the beginnings are essentially character sketches, setting up "who" and "where". Nothing is clicking as of yet and it's incredibly frustrating. I did start sketching again. It makes me feel somewhat productive to create something, a doodle,... Continue Reading →
I've been keeping my writing goal this week, but one thing I discovered is how hard it is to pick up a pen and write creatively after not doing so for a long time. The first night was like pulling teeth. The second time was a little easier, but only because after the first night... Continue Reading →