Complete erasure
To everyone I used to know – but don’t know anymore. I never said goodbye to you, because I didn’t think I needed to. The thought of you crosses my mind. I pace around the room and picture plans of what we’re going to do together. Collect things I want to tell you in my
The bag of leftovers
Growing up, I had a mother who made me feel like I was never good enough, and a father who wished I never existed.So from an early age, I would fantasize about leaving home, getting a job, and getting my own apartment – where I could no longer be unwanted. But that never happened. Instead,