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There is something that I have never told a soul so please pay attention. I hate to cry. It’s more than just not liking feeling sad, I hate crying because I don’t like to be vulnerable. I grew up in an emotionally abusive household where any sign of weakness was something to be ridiculed and used for manipulation. I suppose my childhood could have been a lot worse but as it stands I grew up to be a stoi...
“Terry will be wearing an orange top. You can’t miss it!” She texted with a wicked smile as she stepped out of her car. Amara walked into the meetup as she usually does on Sunday, then dropped her jaw like it usually doesn’t. In front of her sat Barbara in her 5’2 infamy. Barbara was a nosy coworker who had a habit of popping up in places that Amara really wished she wouldn’t. Today, Barb had found her way ...
“Damnit, Mara.” Teressa cursed under her breath as she spotted her blind date for the first time. The date in question was tall, slender and had the most gorgeous baby face she’d ever seen. Drew would have been perfect in every way in Teressa's eyes, but he was a man. Teressa didn’t even consider him when she looked around the room. Mara had told her that “Drew would be wearing an orange top. You can’t miss it.” ...
Amara and Andrew kissed their hellos as they entered the coffee shop. It had been weeks since they last met and were excited for Saturday. Amara had gotten something in the mail and Andrew was eager to check it out. They found their spot in the corner was empty as usual and sat down to negotiate. “So. Saturday.” Amara said in a hushed tone as she unzipped her heavy down coat. “How are you feeling about it?”Andrew smiled conspiratorially as he dusted the snow off his shoulders. “Positively jubilistic.” he said. “Have you...
Trigger warning: suicide I received a call late one evening. I didn’t know the number but when I picked up I recognized her voice instantly. “Hello?” René said. I took a deep breath to process what I was hearing. “...Hello?” She repeated, I could hear the hesitation this time. The last time we had spoken was exactly one year ago, minus a day. That was René left me sitting on a curb without a home. &ld...
There are a number of rough parts about this pandemic but I won’t bother going into any because I find it all rather boring. Yes, it’s terrible, but I got things to do and there is only so much mental trauma I can endure before I lose interest and focus my attention elsewhere. The abyss will eventually stare back but I wouldn’t know because I was too busy checking my phone. I should also mention that I have the attention span of a gnat, which also has proble...
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