The Waiting Room

It was September of 2017 so you'll forgive me if there are large gaps in my memory - I can barely remember if I've had one or five cups of coffee (it was five. it was definitely five.) in the morning and now we're talking about something that happened almost four years ago. There are... Continue Reading →

Death and Exotic Dancing

I bet you're wondering where this is going. I bet it's also not at all headed in the direction you think. He told me he wished I had died. In a fury of text messages after telling him there was no possible way he could actually be in love with me - that it was... Continue Reading →

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