Repairable

“You reach a state of hopelessness prematurely.” I stared across the over-friendly room, decorated with like, cats and stuff, and I looked her straight in her chin. She adjusted he head a little to meet my eyes, but I overcompensated in nervous rebellion and looked at her forehead instead. She gave up and continued. “It … More Repairable

Who Cares?

I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?

Erstwhile

Erstwhile (Adjective) In the past **2014** “Roses please, ma’am.” The teenager flipped another page of her Cosmo Girl, before raising the same heavily painted fingernail to point wordlessly to the corner. “Thank You.” He responded, receiving no response in return. **1956** “Let me guess, roses again, Herald?” The curly headed girl asked from behind the … More Erstwhile

Laugh It Off

I am convinced that the rare times that I’ve laughed so hard that my body shakes, my mouth releases nothing but airy gasps, my face turns purple, and I can hardly breathe, add years to my life. I love truth, and I tend to express truth best through hurt. Ask my fellow writing majors, my short … More Laugh It Off

RIP Miss Brill

Go back to high school for a second. Think of that kid, the one who tried so desperately to be cool. We’ll just call him John for this example. So think of John. He probably annoyed you a little; lame people always kind of annoy us for some reason. Now think of him getting tired … More RIP Miss Brill

Incipient

Incipient (Adjective) Beginning to develop or exist It’s the way he found her in the labyrinth of her own vulnerability. She was stranded in the twisted curves of dead-end insecurities as she felt around the darkness on her hands and knees just trying to find the parts of herself that the past had stripped. She … More Incipient

Hey, You’re Enough

I remember the moment when I was finally able to look at the situation from the outside in. I was laying in bed, talking partially to my roommate, partially to the wall, but mostly to myself, as I finally spoke out the whole aching experience. I concluded the story with my own sudden realization, “If … More Hey, You’re Enough