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I want to talk. I really, really do. But it’s just too late. Games are all I can do, and I’ve been messing with you. At least I’m honest. What a shame for me to annihilate chances to get help and for you to get so close to the truth and have it disappear […]
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I don’t feel well. I have been dissociative, spacey, and dizzy all evening. There’s a sense of urgency to write, and I can’t escape it. I must, I must, I must eject what’s in this crazy, demanding head. I was anxious this morning, but I knew I would be taking my dog Maybelline for a […]
Read MoreIt’s not that easy. It’s not that easy. It’s not that easy. I will not make it this time. I am burrowing a hole for myself, digging my own grave. Only this time, people in my professional life are handing me the shovel and watching me sink. I’ve discovered my problem . . . at […]
Read MoreNobody lives here anymore. Poke and stir the ashes of yesterday’s consumption, you will not find me . . . and they have been missing for a while. There were signs it was happening. My soul became painfully still and quiet. I couldn’t locate myself in the expanding vacuum. I fell . . . lost […]
Read MoreI am a proofread, amended manuscript. An altered copy of the undesirable original where history was unnecessarily edited: Delete this. Add that. I was broken down into parts, each line, each word, each letter declared this blue-eyed literary initiative all wrong. The authors claimed I was filled with mistakes: disconnected, superfluous, unstructured, fragmented. Each page […]
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