February 2024

You know how time flies; it seems like yesterday when we were walking from rugby practice. Beaming and full of testosterone, we were on top of the world, with an unbeaten run , excited about what the future held. Endless conversations about benzos and holidays in Santorini. Now that it’s (give/take) 6 or 7 years […]

I think this is something I have needed to talk about but never did yet. I find myself thinking here with you is my safe space. Here with you is where I feel I can say out everything I’ve held in without fear of judgement or being misunderstood. I am back after a long season

I look at the words, and I wonder. Everyone around me seems so happy. I am so ecstatic that the day has finally come. A chance to just be merry and hang out with friends and family. I search myself for something—a sliver of hope, a silver lining on a very dark nimbostratus cloud. I

I absolutely hate how things don’t go according to plan, like why the pool turns green after 4 days instead of 3. The manual clearly says “after 3 working days.” Maybe algae and its friends do also take days off. I think if it says three days, it should be three (insert French) days, because

The same way I expect my mom to know everything about the kitchen is the exact way she expects me to know everything about everything else. Except that I only know so much, which is about everything she has ever taught me or made sure that I was exposed to. I always find myself wanting;