Autumn used to feel like an open door. Now it just feels like a closing window.
It’s probably because you’re an asshole. But why not obsess over it anyway?
This post is about writing under a false name in an effort to tell a story more honestly, and with that in mind I’m hoping everyone appreciates how clever the title is.
In which I manage to discuss nostalgia while only making one pop culture reference.
The mind is like a roiling storm. Or something.
Really, it’s one of those “you’ll know it when you see it” kind of things. But everyone likes reductionist internet lists!
Drama. Comedy. A protagonist who refuses to use logic or reason to solve her problems. It’s not primetime television; it’s my life.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, and addiction doesn’t ruin your life overnight.
You’re so vain, you probably think this post is about you. I’m saying you’re vain, not that you’re incorrect.