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A Ghost

May 24, 2017

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Today I want to talk to you about ghosting. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it is when you stop talking to someone. That’s being simply put. More so, it is when someone ceases all communication without explanation. There is a reason, mind you. But the person who stops communicating will […]

Dear Hannah

May 16, 2017

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I know how you felt. I know the loneliness that you described like the back of my hand; the pain, the emptiness. And it makes me sad that no one was there for you. It makes me sad that so many people in your life had failed you. I like to think that if I […]

Ghosted: A Story of My Life

March 27, 2017

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As I sit here listening to a sad song on repeat, the only thing keeping my soul warm is a glass of rum and coke. Every now and then I glance over my shoulder to see if my phone’s screen has lit up, meaning a notification of some kind; hopefully, of course, a text message. Particularly, […]

Hello, 2017

January 2, 2017

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My coworker, an older, short Mexican man, walked over to the edge of the shop and asked, “Why do you look so sad? New Year depression?” I looked up at him and sort of grinned, having expected this conversation to happen. “I told you,” I said, referring to the answer I gave him earlier. “Women.” “Ah,” […]

Human

December 29, 2016

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Ben sat listening to his friend attentively. Everything that left her lips was absorbed and analyzed to great detail. Most of it hurt to listen to. It hurt because he felt her pain, and because he loved her. Loved her romantically, and also platonically. Or was it lustfully and platonically? He wasn’t sure, but platonically […]

Regret

December 17, 2016

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“If I had a gun, I’d shoot myself,” I said plainly. My therapist fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair. “Is that so?” I nod. “I was hanging out with some friends the other night, and one of them talked about staring at his gun and thinking long and hard about it. I’m pretty sure I would […]

Story of My Life (Pt. 2)

November 23, 2016

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The other night, that twenty-three year old had the balls to do something ballsy: He went to his former chick friend’s apartment to talk to her. It was a completely impulsive decision, yet it took a good amount of courage to sum up. Isn’t that something? He had to summon up the courage to talk to someone […]