There are dishes covering every open inch of counterspace, filling the sink, stacked on the stove. Three full bags of trash are waiting to be taken out. The laundry lays crumpled in the basket from three days ago – it’s laundry day again. There’s garbage strewn about the floor. The cat’s bowl needs water. We’re out of towels. And I can hardly get out of bed.
How did it get like this?
I begun 2021 by having a lowkey mental breakdown. Yesterday was my first critique with my virtual writing group. My … More
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TW: discussion of eating disordersIn a sea of unavoidable “omg I’m gonna eat nothing but bananas and lose, like, so … More
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OR: Why I’m obsessed with every person i meet I had a revelation this morning that I think I’ve probably … More