It’s Not That I Want To Kill Myself, Necessarily
Too lazy to kill myself, I thought. There’s something you don’t see on brochures.
Too lazy to kill myself, I thought. There’s something you don’t see on brochures.
You have a habit of starting a thousand things and abandoning them before ever actually finishing.
Did you fall in love? Did you get an amazing promotion? Do you live in the woods with little connection to the outside world and have no idea how terrible things have been?
I wish you’d met me then, back when I was happier or younger, or Hell, I don’t know. Just different. Back when I accepted love instead of pushing it away.
You’re only listening to your brain, never your heart.
I’m never going to be a Daria, as much as the internet tries to convince me I should be. I’ll always be a Kimmy Schmidt. Loud, passionate, and maybe a bit much.
Is Jess secretly a CrossFit trainer?
My friend asks where it hurts and I point to the roof of my mouth. And the back of my throat. Basically anywhere, take your pick.
You won’t die alone because your imagination knows no bounds. Even as an adult, your inner world continues to shine the same way it did when you were a child. To be alone in your head is not a scary thought. It’s an opportunity. A wild, fantastical place to unravel.
it will always start small,
like this,
like a tender lip
fitting in the groove
of my bottom lip
in the dark