My home felt like a stranger’s house

The house I grew up in didn’t feel as if it’s mine anymore. I spent most of my childhood here and I thought it was mine. The memories I have of this place are still vivid in my mind. I remember everything. From the first sleepless night, I spent in here to our dog passing…

Dead Perspective

“How naive of me,” she said, “to think that I would feel no pain at the end of it all. I should know by now that caring leads to being hurt. I should have learned sooner that feelings have consequences too. But it’s okay,’’ she says, “looking at things from a different perspective, none of…

Drifting away

She sometimes feels like she’s a terrible person with an ego that makes her look so strong yet breaks her from the inside. She misses people. She misses those who she doesn’t talk to anymore. She hates that people who meant so much to her left her because her ego kept her from letting them know…

‘What’s your favorite?’

A very common conversation starter but one of the worst. It is so penned in and put on the spot, it makes me anxious. I have likes, even great likes, but a favorite – never! Yes, I hate being asked What my favorite something is. Like, what’s my favorite: author, series, genre, book… you get…