Sometimes I wish I could still drink. Really drink. It would be so nice to release myself into oblivion. To medicate myself so just for a few moments so I wouldn’t be obsessing about my life. To have a little ease. But no, one drink goes straight to my bloodstream.…
“You suck! You’ll never be any good!” an acting teacher and his students screamed at me while pointing their fingers at me. When I tell you this story, you will no doubt think that it’s horrendous. And it is. But it is also is much worse than you think. Most…
My thoughts go round and round, like a never-ending carousel with all the horses faces replaced with people I know, or have known, or think I know. No smiles. Just snarls and knowing looks. Some maniacal laughter just on the surface of their lips. I just want to get off…
Aha! There you are you gorgeous red duster with the silk lining, I must have you. And you. And you. And of course, you. I’ve just walked into a sale. No, not rain, just let it hail! Products! Clothing! And shoes so fine! Come to me, I’ll make you mine!…