“I really can’t stand you.” It felt weird hearing those words aloud. We both knew the truth behind them. Actions speak louder than words, and his actions as of late had been deafening. But hearing him actually say it made everything feel real. No more avoiding the inevitable. Defeated, I looked into the eyes of the person who at one point meant everything to me and replied. “Then why are you still...

I hate when it’s dark. It’s suffocating and it erases any trace of myself. It’s bad enough I must endure an existence which tethers me to a mound of flesh and blood, it’s even more maddening that this particular meat puppet rarely leaves the warmth of their bed. It wasn’t always like this. I can recall years ago, when we would go outside and play in the sunshine. We would run down grassy hills or...