Somewhere on the timeline, late in the twenties, you make a conscious effort to stop doing the things that make you regret your life choices.
But why should I look forward to Monday? What has he ever done to deserve such a welcome?
“I’m pre-coffee and full of hate.”
“I like your hate. It’s punctuated with tired claps.”
Will Work For the Money To Buy Food
I could easily love my neighbor as myself if my neighbor would start acting a little more like myself.
“Will you be taking time off in the summer? Do you have any plans?”
“Um… mostly just paying rent. So I’ll be here.”
Starting was easy. I don’t think I’m brave enough to start again.
Oh, they really are the best. Ask them and they’ll tell you as much.
I think my social anxiety stems from being the only black girl in the group on a pretty regular basis.
I’m aneimic. My feet are always cold.