What do you do when your existence doesn’t matter, because you’ve realized you’re too broken to ever experience the things you dreamed about when you were younger. Like, getting along with people. Going a week without fantasizing about starting a new life in a small coastal village with no retirement fund. Buying groceries AND paying…

I wasn’t sure what to expect when we got married but about a week after the ceremony, it was like a software update went wrong. Nay, it was like U2 downloaded its bullshit album without our consent. But, in this way, I guess we did consent didn’t we? We signed legal paperwork. We said the…

With trauma usually comes drug use. Why didn’t I? Am I better than you? Girl, I doubt it.