A series of ex’s and the debacles, er, relationships which helped shape my deranged look on life. Chapter One: The Now I’ll Never Be a Teen Model! Boy(friend) In the oppressive and suffocating halls of high school my self-esteem took daily suicidal leaps. My girlfriends always had a boyfriend, or boys waiting for them, or … More How Boys Contributed to the Demise of My Sanity I
That surreal moment when you wake up 15 minutes before you are supposed to be at work, when you reek of pot and cigarettes even though you don’t smoke either, when hanging out in the basement with a bunch of guys chilled out listening to rap and drinking from a red solo cup is so … More Solo Cup vs. Wine Glass
**Trigger Warning** I miss being numb. Ironic since I used to feel like a zombie. Zombies can’t love. Zombies only survive. When nasty feelings did get to my heart, I let them bleed out. Or drink to quiet the loud in my head. Or a lovely concoction of the two, depending on the depth of … More Being Numb and Other Post-Zombie Thoughts
The sub-moronic ramblings of a semi-functioning illiterate
Battling the heartache and uncertainty of going no contact with a narcissistic mother.
Because we’re all recovering from something.
When my ass talks, people listen.
three steps forward, two steps back- but you're still ahead.
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Writer - Mental Health Survivor - Advocate
...where the ladies are headstrong and the man is outnumbered.
Clean Cup! Move Down!
I'm just here to ruin a good thing
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Even at Your Darkest 