August 2012
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed ready to burst into a mountain of tears. I leave for Miami in only a few days and I’m …
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It was my fourth time running to the bathroom to regurgitate everything I ate earlier that day. As I laid in my bathroom and prayed to the porcelain god I …
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Evening train ride home. Body swaying, music playing and then it hits me:
I’ve become comfortable with being single. Like, maybe too comfortable.
Not that it’s a bad thing seeing …
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