I Don't Know How I Stay On

Fridays Are The Hardest In Some Ways: You’re So Close To Freedom.

He Was Still In Love With You, Anyway.

I Feel A Flash Of Grief So Intense It Almost Makes Me Cry Out: Not For What I Lost, But For The Chances I Missed.

Lindsay Calls Them The Pugs: Pretty From Far Away, Ugly Up Close.

Suicide. A Sideways Word, A Word That People Whisper And Mutter And Cough: A Word That Must Be Squeezed Out Behind Cupped Palms Or Murmured Behind Closed Doors. It Was Only In Dreams That I Heard The Word Shouted, Screamed.