I. Cockroaches run from the light. Idiots. I watch two cockroaches race up the wall. I end up killing the slowest one. That happens when you're too slow, too loud, too stupid, and worthless. You die. That is what he told my mom and me. I am not saying … Continue reading What I Learned From Cockroaches
When I was sixteen, I moved to a neighboring state without my parents. During my absence, my maternal grandfather died, and I had to return home to be with my mom. Her father's death broke her. At sixteen I was both annoyed and confused. My mother's father had been both physically and mentally abusive to … Continue reading Damn you, Adam Silvera
At eight years old I got served a sound bitch slap, with a side of wedding cake. It was my first experience with change, and I did not handle it well. Shit, did I mention I was eight? The bride was my oldest sister. She was fifteen when I was born; my mother was forty-eight. […]
At eight years old I got served a sound bitch slap, with a side of wedding cake. It was my first experience with change, and I did not handle it well. Shit, did I mention I was eight? The bride was my oldest sister. She was fifteen when I was born; my mother was forty-eight. … Continue reading The Upside Of Unrequited: 1st Summer Reread
When I was nine, I lost my best and only friend. No, not like that. I mean, we walked into the woods behind my house, and when my surroundings fell silent, I turned to find him gone. Like gone, gone. The next day, he didn't show up for my tenth birthday party. I didn't tell … Continue reading Our First Family Secret – Loss
Hello. I hope somebody is listening. -Radio I got around to reading Radio Silence by Alice Oseman this past weekend. Man! I was missing out. The characters are diverse, something you don't see often. Not only that, Ms. Oseman wrote them in a way … Continue reading Radio Silence
I walked the ruins today. Your shadow was there, everywhere, threading, suffocating. A toxic gas from dying embers. The boy at the coffee shop brought our standing order only to find out I was alone - he appeared pleased. For a split-second, I got angry. He offered to hang out sometime. It was awkward. The … Continue reading Ghosting Or Death?