I write this mostly for myself, as a diary entry, even though I am writing it to you. It is the therapy I need to get past the hurt you’ve brought into my life. You’ll always be my sister, and we will always be family. If we are ever going to have a friendship again,…
Read moreMy Dirty Best Friend – Part 1 of Through the Gates
I wake up, and for a brief moment, I feel nothing, see nothing, and hear nothing. My eyes are closed, and I feel like I’m surrounded by softness. I’m in that brief moment, where you don’t even know if you have to urinate or not, where you think you’re awake, but you’re not entirely awake….
Read moreMontreal, Friendship, and Realization
I went to Montreal this past weekend. Whenever I go there, I feel completely inspired. Not every situation or encounter is wonderful, but every time I’m there, it’s a vacation for me. To me, a vacation is time to heal, time to think, and just generally time to breathe. I have good friends in Montreal….
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