I will think about it. I only write when inspired. Which isn’t as often as I’d like.
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Anonymous asked: you should post more writing! |
I’m sitting here in my living room. Brightly lit with one dog curled at my feet on the end of the couch. The other is fitfully dreaming on the hardwood. My mother is perched on the loveseat trying to tune her guitar. A bucket list dream she’s deciding to cross off at the age of 46. There is a glass of wine sitting on the table with my telltale chapstick marks denoting it as my own. Its contents are slowly igniting my veins and I’m beginning to feel the haze tug at the corners of my brain. Two days ago, we cut the ties. And haven’t spoken since. For the first time in a long time I feel utterly alone. Despite. The dog curled at my feet, the fitful dreamer, my aspiring mother and the promises of liquid happiness laced in rancid grapes.
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Anonymous asked: If you could do anything in your past differently, what would it be and why? I would tell my mother to divorce my father sooner than I actually did. I wouldn’t try to stay strong and endure as much shit as I did. Why? Because it would’ve saved a lot tears and a lot of heartbreak. And maybe I wouldn’t be as fucked up as I am now because I didn’t tell her when I should have and went through a lot of bullshit that no kid should ever have to experience. |
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Anonymous asked: are you bisexual? Negative. |
