Tell me about it. No, I’m serious tell me all about it. I’d love to hear it. And I’d love to help. Let me carry this for you, let me help you understand why you reacted this way. Let’s use gentle words and “I feel” statements and let’s figure out some tools we can have…

I remember someone told me that to be a good writer it is imperative that you were once a very sad, sad child. I scoffed, but actually I don’t know why I scoffed. This statement was entirely true and relatable. In fact I felt its truth in all the phantom baby teeth still jammed somewhere…

I was leaving for the rest of the summer. Telling my boss about our road trip. For some reason he assumed we were going to Toronto first, that was not even a stop on our trip. The ten hour drive there is a long one, he laughed, especially when your whole family is in one…

Sometimes I feel very disconnected from my hands. Even as I type this, it feels as though the hands that fly across the keyboard belong to an adolescent. Stubby fingers and undefined bones moving choppily under skin I can hardly reconcile as my own. These small hands lack the grace and elegance I feel I…

My mother hates when I talk like a Valley Girl. She rolls her eyes and sighs more dramatically than me, she tells me I sound stupid and fake. But it’s like, so totally fun, and girl if it makes me smile shouldn’t I like, so totally do it? But that explanation does not cut it…

My coral pink lipstick is pristine but I’m in the bathroom touching it up anyway. Painstakingly outlining my lips in a nude-y brown shade and filling them in with a perfect pink color that pairs stunningly with my bright blue eyes. After a few layers of pink, enough so that my lips feel dryer than…

I was disappearing.  But this time it was happening at a faster rate wind whistling through rotted bones The remnants of my skin hanging loosely like paper chains from my body  The whispering tree the rustling of my skin sounds like a whispering tree.  I hope my death feels like the morning after a sleepover. …

That’s my fucking shirt you bitch I hate you thats why he left you thats why all your friends hate you and I cant believe you’d be such a sniveling snake and go behind my back and take it from my closet and He said what to you? Send me his number I’ll pretend to…