Tag Archives: writing

I did a thing.

Remember this post about my daughter? Yeah, the one right before this one. Well… I did something that maybe I shouldn’t have done, but it’s too late now. There’s no going back. That bit about giving her what she wants … Continue reading

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she fuckin’ hates me.

My daughter hates me. This has been the case for well over a year. Maybe two years. Maybe longer. I can’t even remember. (And the last year and a half kind of melted into one big lump of crap, so … Continue reading

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writing, rewriting, reading, rereading.

My blog started six years ago as a creative outlet for my fiction writing. I wanted to share my writing anonymously so I would never have to face anyone who thought I was a shit writer. I started writing poetry, … Continue reading

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jess(i)e’s girl.

Here is my closet’s most recent acquisition. Isn’t it beautiful? (Pssst… no, that is not a spelling error.) It’s the sexiest shirt I own. And not because it’s slim-fitting and really brings out my boobs. It’s because of Jesse. I … Continue reading

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I feel… tired anxious sad helpless… done.

Did you ever notice that when you’re not doing well and it feels like the world is collapsing around you, something even worse happens and you just want to crawl into a hole and die? No? Just me? Okay. I’m … Continue reading

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10 signs you may be failing at life.

10 signs you may be failing at life. 1) You put the milk in your bowl before the cereal. 2) You don’t drink the milk after you’ve eaten the cereal. 3) You spread peanut butter then jelly on the same … Continue reading

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random things. #7

It has only been six days since my last post. I’m on a roll! It’s a pathetic roll, but it’s still a roll. I’ll sleep when I’m dead. This morning I woke up at 5 am and couldn’t get back … Continue reading

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misunderstood.

They will never truly understand me. They will never take me seriously. They will forever think I’m just looking for attention or blowing things out of proportion or that I’m dramatic or lazy or weak or all of the above. … Continue reading

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