June 2019I don’t even know the exact date. I think it’s the 10th, because tomorrow I have my appointment, which is on the 11th.I love my boyfriend so, so dearly. He is seriously a special person, like one of a kind, like I don’t think there has ever been or ever will be again someone like him. I am so incredibly lucky to have a man like him.I see so many boyfriends and husbands who are so...

Kinda boredCoffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?Tea cups but all I drink is coke b/c my stomach is fuqedChocolate bars or lollipops?Chocolate but my stomach can't tolerate it. Blow pops are goodddBubblegum or cotton candy?Bubblegum, I'm totally addicted to it it's kinda sickHow did your elementary school teachers describe you?I was always like the top student so they...

1. Convert to Catholicism.My boyfriend and his family are Catholic. I've wanted to convert to Catholicism for a long time, and I want to start the process this year so that we can have a Catholic wedding.2. Heal physically.I have Medicaid now so I can go to the doctor, specialists, etc. My stomach, sinuses and back are fucked and I need to get them fixed.3. Heal mentally.I can also begin therapy...

My life is too terrible right now to detail. I’ll break it up into brief summaries.ebayI have been selling things online. Reselling things, in fact. Either thrift store clothes or things that my cousins used to wear. It has been going quite well, but I hope that it will soon go even better.knittingI have also been knitting as of late. I hope to also sell my needlework online before the winter is...

My phone says this site is not secure1. What is your full name?Nope.2. What is your nickname?My boyfriend calls me Sharebear.3. What is your zodiac sign?Libra.4. What is your favorite book series?The Iliad and The Odyssey if that counts. I haven’t read an actual series since I was in middle school and I can’t remember which ones.5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?No. Ghosts don’t even...

My baby’s sleeping back facing me, a creamy white wall to project my dreams uponA thick head of hair in which to lose my despairSix feet and three inches of sugar-honey sweetness and pleasureMy love, my soulmate, my undying and permanent husband from before I was born and for after I dieI love youIn my heart there’s a hole, superficial as a cigarette burn, swallowed by your innocence,...

The Futility of LimitationI have never been able to understand the urge of certain people to impose their will upon the minds of others. Not only is it immoral to exert such control over another’s imagination, but it is a completely futile act. Why would you want to do such a thing?It violates both freedom of speech as well as the pursuit of happiness; which in itself is probably considered such...

Ever since my last relationship ended, my interest in sex has all but disappeared. And, also, as I’ve really started thinking about the problems in my life and culture in general, I just have naturally stopped being so into sex. And as this interest has diminished, I’m able to see other people’s sexual behavior kind of more objectively.Everybody knows the problems with porn and all that, or...

I have this thing where I think in technicalities rather in realistic generalizations. What I mean is that I will believe that something is possible and behave accordingly even if that possibility is just 1%. For example, I know that it’s highly unlikely that someone will break into my house and kill me, but it’s still something I fear. The fact that it’s improbable doesn’t soothe my...

A few weeks ago (I think - actually, I'm not totally sure how long ago it was and I don't care) I deleted all my "social media," meaning facebook, tumblr and instagram. I have attempted to leave all these sites at one time or another but I still went back eventually. I actually kind of "missed" them when I deleted in the past. But now, I feel no desire whatsoever to return and I'm very happy with...

Most writers that I have met throughout my life have conflicting opinions on their own writing. Sometimes they feel confident that writing is their calling; other times, they feel embarrassed of every word that they have ever typed, and want to quit the practice all together. Maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings onto writers as a whole, but it does seem that it is common for writers to feel...