Category Archives: Stress

Big-ole


It’s becoming impossible to tell how I feel. It’s even more impossible to keep trying to care to discover how I feel. The line between real shit and manufactured shit is disintegrating. You like that? That’s my fancy way of … Continue reading

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gulping saltwater


“Not everyone wears their scars on their skin.” ― Isla J. Bick “So I go to the ocean to say goodbye… We could have been so glorious.” ― Charlotte Eriksson Somewhere on the side of HWY 71 lies my Saint … Continue reading

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Dear Mrs. Plath


Remember that time when I thought I could write poetry? That was fun. Well, we may have more in common than we thought. They call it electroconvulsive therapy now. You’d know that if you were still alive. My doctor wants … Continue reading

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The Great Leveler


So over our lunch break I mentioned that I couldn’t picture one of our male coworkers naked, which is odd for me because I usually have no trouble imagining people doing all types of things. It’s not a habit I’ve … Continue reading

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Backsliding


I wish my smoking buddy G was here. She’d listen to me whine about HOW FUCKING UNFAIR YOU ARE BEING and then we’d laugh about what a dumbass I am. Yeah, he’s alive. Just ignoring me. I think I had … Continue reading

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Progress


So every baby I see I want to take and every couple I see I wish boiling hot oil would fall from the sky and hurt them badly. These aren’t good feelings. So…umm. Got a new therapist though, first appointment … Continue reading

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Well the happy thoughts


Did nothing. He reminds me of Dr. Venture but since he’s not speaking to me 1) can’t tell him that and 2) I doubt he watches the Venture Bros anyway. Because he is not funny. He’s Bazooka Joe funny, unintentionally … Continue reading

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