In 2007 I was living in Los Feliz, a trendy artist neighborhood (now hipster area) in Los Angeles. I lived with an on and off again friend with benefits situation. We had been playing this relationship/no relationship game for almost six years and our lives were pretty intertwined. He knew all of my friends from
I tried to write the story of when 20-year-old me moved to Los Angeles, but first I had to tell the story of how I got to Tucson from rural Michigan. It became a story about the various men, good and bad, that influenced my sometimes drastic decisions. So, I want to say that this
If the stories told to me are accurate, my mother starting sewing when she was a little girl. She made dresses for her Barbie dolls and when my grandma saw how well she could sew, she had her make clothes for the entire family. She even made her sister’s wedding dress, all of the bridesmaids’
I have been in my head a lot lately. I think that it is depression, but it feels a lot like a super rad anxiety and depression mashup. I am nervous about my future, my present, and overanalyzing my past. “Go out and do something!” “Be social! You will feel better!” This is a thing
“Look, I don’t want to talk about this anymore, it clearly upsets you.” This is the last text that I got from a dude. I never replied. It had been maybe two weeks of never ending emails baring our souls which led to texting plans to hang out. I was in nursing school at
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