A Letter to my younger self clearing some stuff up

Hey there you mopey dipshit, I’m writing to you from 10 years in the future, long after you’ve stopped listening to My Chemical Romance because you can’t articulate your feelings and right after you’ve started listening to them again because now you can. There’s a lot we should talk about, starting with some feelings you’ve …

Invisible Girl

I am in a unique position where I can stare directly at someone I’ve known for years, stick my tongue out at them, wave, and make trumpet sounds, and they won’t notice me. Or they’ll notice me, but they won’t register who exactly is staring them down frantically muttering “toot toot.” There are plenty of …

By the way

In first grade, I brought a conch shell to show and tell because I’d heard if you blow in them, it can sound like a warhorn. I like to think the warrior ancestors of every child in that room cowered at the wild roar of the shell I’d taken without permission from a counter in …

Hello Again

Hello Again I missed you all. I’d like to explain why I was gone, but the reason is still a little unclear to me. Have you ever returned home after being away for a few days and found that something is just off. You walk around the house, check the lights, see that all your …