“Please pick up that trash” come a mechanical voice behind me.
Ugh! Ever since the world has become super eco friendly and health conscience, it’s been hell on earth. A little litter never hurt anyone.
Ok that’s not entirely true but while cleanliness is close to godliness, the removal of anything with the slightest bit of dirt or heck, even color is overkill. It’s enough to drive a person to ...
I look out my window and I see him. Sitting at the edge of my dock again. Waiting. He’s always waiting. Patiently for me to come to him. To make a decision. To be the woman he needs. But I don’t know if I can. Not yet anyway. This small town is all we’ve both ever known and while he loves it, I feel constrained by it. I chafe at the familiarity and the constant expectation from me to live down to ...
Once again the fog is closing in on me as I try to make it home from work. It’s the only consistent thing in this godforsaken town. Fog and rain. Actually it matches my current mood. Gloomy.
I just found out I wasn’t accepted to the London School of Economics. I know, it’s ironic that I’m complaining about the fog here when I desperately wanted to be in the fog on the other side of the world.
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If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.
That’s what I have to tell myself to justify how much of myself I gave this man. So much of me for him to tell me he needed space to figure out what it was he truly wanted.
If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.
I have to keep repeating that to myself otherwise, I don’t think I can will myself out of bed i...
“I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself.”
My jaw drops in disbelief. I’m standing here looking at the man I thought loved me. After finding out he’s been fucking my cousin he hits me with ‘I don’t know why. I just couldn’t help myself’.
“You couldn’t-“ I don’t even finish.
The more I stare at him the more I realize how much of an idiot I am. With his week chin and slightly dumpy postu...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”
“Why do you think that?” My boyfriend asks me absently as he continues to flip through his New York Times. Honestly who still gets an actual paper newspaper anymore. But that’s him, old school til the end.
“It was a guy, a pretty attractive guy, honestly.”
I add a little inflection to my voice hoping he’ll get the hint.
“Uh huh” is his on...
