P.S Shut up
“I’m pre-coffee and full of hate.”
“I like your hate. It’s punctuated with tired claps.”
Rest in power since you couldn’t find peace.
I could easily love my neighbor as myself if my neighbor would start acting a little more like myself.
Sorry that I peaced out.
I got married.
That isn’t a writing prompt as much as it is my life.
He just couldn’t figure out why his child wouldn’t express herself freely and honestly during their counseling sessions when the degrees and certificates on his wall loudly proclaimed stories of his professional excellence.