Haha. Apologies for the existential nudity. Rest assured the therapist has seen far worse, and charged me triple for it. Help yourself to metaphorical cake; I stabbed it with feeling.
PS: It’s half rage, half shame, and entirely gluten-free.
Aisha, I'm really glad it reached you when it did. That hope for access to the source, is everything. Thank you for reading with that kind of openness.
The cruelest lie jealousy tells us is that we want their lives, when what we’re starving for is the permission slip they’ve already granted themselves.
Thank you for seeing your face in my funhouse mirror. May we both outgrow these cocoons and steal back the scissors. 🔥
Very good article. I feel like I just walked in on you naked, but it’s okay since you left the door unlocked.
Haha. Apologies for the existential nudity. Rest assured the therapist has seen far worse, and charged me triple for it. Help yourself to metaphorical cake; I stabbed it with feeling.
PS: It’s half rage, half shame, and entirely gluten-free.
i found this at the perfect time, i hope finding where the words and honesty comes from is always within reach. thank you for writing this.
Aisha, I'm really glad it reached you when it did. That hope for access to the source, is everything. Thank you for reading with that kind of openness.
I enjoy your writing. It’s so beautiful.
Thank you, Gift.
When the time comes. I hope I enjoy paying for your work the way I enjoy reading them weirdo.
Your journal entry could’ve been mine.
The cruelest lie jealousy tells us is that we want their lives, when what we’re starving for is the permission slip they’ve already granted themselves.
Thank you for seeing your face in my funhouse mirror. May we both outgrow these cocoons and steal back the scissors. 🔥