When I Got Sick
I began to make meticulous lists. Lists of people I needed to tell I loved them more often. Things I needed to do before I died.
I began to make meticulous lists. Lists of people I needed to tell I loved them more often. Things I needed to do before I died.
I felt fetishized and objectified. Even though I had taken a shower before I came over, I felt like I could use another two.
He’ll cry and you’ll wonder why you’re crying as well.
This week was especially gross for the Internet, and everyone slapping away at a keyboard should keep a little ashamed — myself included.
I lost him because I treated him like a static object. I treated him like he would always be there –because I assumed best friends stuck with each other forever like Romy and Michele.