
The Last Day
This is the last day I will wake up. The last taste of maple syrup. The last look back. It’s been rather busy, if I’m permitted to say so. Let’s see here. Bought …
Read MoreThis is the last day I will wake up. The last taste of maple syrup. The last look back. It’s been rather busy, if I’m permitted to say so. Let’s see here. Bought …
Read MoreHello Friend. May I call you friend? I don’t consider you to be my friend, but for the sake of politeness slathered with a shit-tonne of sarcasm, friend will work …
Read MoreI have lost track of the number of times growing up I would beg to be “normal” and cried because I wanted to be just like other kids. This was even before I was able to put two and two together to realize this was not only morally wrong but also a detriment to my well-being….
Read MoreMister Rogers, I know I need to forgive. I know it is the right thing to do and a destination which I hope will be reached one day in the not so far away future. Forgiveness is the only way to release me from so much which is eating away at my soul.
Read MoreToday I held you in my arms as I said my final goodbyes. If you were to have told me ten years ago, I’d be uncontrollably sobbing over the passing …
Read MoreYou are stupid. You are disgusting. You are a joke of a parent. You will grow up and amount to nothing…just like your father. No one likes you. …
Read MoreAt 3:31pm on Monday, March 29th 2004, you arrived. You were late (that’s my girl) and took your own sweet time. The first moment I held you, it was as …
Read MoreTonight, like every other night, the clock will read 5:45pm. But unlike the others, tonight is different. The sun has set 730 times. Our Pittsburgh Penguins have won the Stanley …
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