I’ve been thinking about Delilah and Lydia so much my head hurts. I even made fake Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts to stalk...

TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm and depression are the main themes in this post. I meet my reflection and hold my breath too long. Now I’m...

Sun spills into my room and I can’t stop smiling. Last night may have ended weirdly but it was magic. I revisit everything Delilah said...

TRIGGER WARNING: this piece mentions self-harm and disordered eating. At the cusp of a new year, I promised myself I’d push to the edge...

I’m out of breath by the time I throw my apartment door open. Lydia jumps up. She’s watching Schitt’s Creek and never seen me so excited....

My mom got married at twenty-four. I'm twenty-three and still reply WOW! to sexts. I'm unfamiliar with the touches of a long-term lover....

I’m the third person in line and running late to a meeting I don’t have to be at. I complained about having nothing to do last week so...

There’s a bittersweet irony that comes with reminiscing on my childhood within the walls that held most of it. Every time I leave my room...

I’m a coward and always planned on writing about this. Hardly anyone knows about all that happened. It’s kind of funny that I trust an...

My parents made me promise to drive safely. An unexpected interruption in January of my junior year forced me to stay with them for a...