We fight all the time, I thought. Just another stupid fight we’ll pretend didn’t happen later... My gut told me I was wrong, but I’ve always hated being wrong, so I kept going, kept spitting the vitriol I knew fueled these moments.Why do I do this? I asked myself. Why do I keep adding fuel … Continue reading Writing prompt: Being Afraid
Long ago, I spent hours upon hours a week writing. Not just random blogs rambling on about the horror I thought my life was at age 16, or how cute the new boy I was dating was (plot twist, he was a jerk), but poems and stories and lyrics that I poured my heart into. … Continue reading Getting to know myself better.