I drove 400 miles in a beat-up impala to be here.

Mom thinks I'm at Brittney’s.

I could hear her frantic voice in the front of my mind.

But recently, I had an epiphany.

This is my body.

This is my choice.

Opinions don't pay for pampers.

I've weighed my options and made up my mind.

Fuck any legislation that tries to tamper.

So if I had to sell a kidney or strip for three months,

I was g...

It’s 10:10 PM and I’m debating for the 6th time today whether or not I should go for that bottle of jack my grandmother kept in the closet.

She didn’t think anyone knew, but I caught her sneaking sips on the days she babysat my brother and I. Looking back, I don’t blame her.

Between the “too serious” pillow fights and arguments over the last bag of potato chips, I would have dipped off for a d...

The usually low fan was now buzzing prominently, and no one spoke.

My business partner has just revealed that his affection for me extended past the workplace.

“Why must men ruin everything?” I thought. Just when I felt safe to let my guard down, I realized he had been studying me this whole time under different pretenses.

Was this his motive all along?

Do his emotions for me undermine his...