Why I Hate The Words ‘Sexual Assault Survivor’
I did not survive.
To The Love Of My Life Who Died
Learning to live without you has been like asking a fish to learn how to breathe oxygen. I drown a bit each day. I gasp for air. I beg to be returned to the ocean, to be anywhere that might mean I’m with you.
We’ve Always Been More Than Friends, But You’re Too Much Of A Coward To Admit It
Emotional affairs are funny things, because they sneak up on you. I’ve never heard anyone say they went out in search of one. But when two unhappy hearts meet and connect over the ways that they think they need to be fed, there is rarely any turning back.
I’m So Glad I Found You (And I’m TOTALLY Over Trevor, BTW)
When we’re together, it feels Christmas Day. All twinkly lights and gift giving, you know? Trevor came from a broken family so holidays were always difficult for him. That’s what I like about you. You’re…uncomplicated.
I Can’t Help But Wonder If You Still Think Of Me
I can’t help but wonder if you still think about me, whether you eventually spoke up for me, and whether we will end up as strangers after everything we’ve shared.
It’s Okay If The Only Person You Came Out To On ‘National Coming Out Day’ Was Yourself
I wondered: What if I’m actually NOT queer enough to claim the label?
Don’t Feel Inferior, Because I’m Not Nearly As Perfect As I Look
I act like things come more easily than they do, and I usually avoid showing people the things I’m in the process of trying to master, because I have a lot of pride.
The Worst Thing About Being A High Functioning Depressive Is That No One Can Tell
“Maybe when I wake up, my mind will have returned from wherever it went off to. Maybe it never left. Maybe it’s hiding, like how I’m hiding from pain. Maybe I’ll find it there.”
I Don’t Want You In My Life Anymore (And I Truly Mean It This Time)
The truth is, you’re never going to change. You’re never going to care about me like I thought you did, like I thought you would. We spent two years together. Two years where I loved you and gave you my entire myself, only to realize that you didn’t care.
This Is Why It’s Hard To Be Both A Feminist And A Hopeless Romantic
What perturbs me is that it’s 2016 and the women around me, myself included, are still obsessed with finding a husband.