childhood crushes
During gym class, playing dodgeball, Jeb would aim for my face or my butt or my stomach -- I was a pretty easy target. I would have stood still if he’d asked me to.
anger
anxiety
For the first time since I leaped screaming into the arms of social media, I find myself trying to figure out what to share and what stays quiet.
childhood crushes
“Gregory is GAY,” was frequently bellowed by other kids. “Not for you, I’m not,” he’d say, blowing a kiss to his heckler.
in

Jul 16, 2014 at 5:00pm | 52 comments

anxiety
I began the cycle again in September. I felt fat and ugly and then I wrote about feeling fat and ugly and then people on the Internet were like, it’s true, you are fat and ugly, so I decided to go on a diet. Then at the last minute, I opted out.
in

Jul 10, 2014 at 6:00pm | 54 comments

childhood crushes
In another century there'd be a name for my mom, and that name would be "procurer."
anxiety
That time I forgot my Prozac and then went to spend four days with my family.
in

Jul 3, 2014 at 5:00pm | 45 comments

candy
Step aside Butterfinger, you attention-seeking whore.
in

Jun 30, 2014 at 5:00pm | 265 comments

childhood crushes
Punching someone into an unconscious state and wanting to mount them for a rigorous session of dry humping are basically the same feelings, I guess.
anxiety
It occurs to me that I’m pining for a symptom. I never thought my anxiety helped me at all. Now, with it receding in this particular arena, I miss it. Becca was never late anywhere.
in

Jun 26, 2014 at 6:00pm | 68 comments