So I wrote a short story, I wanted to see where it would go.
"I can't do this anymore". You could hear the desperation in her voice. I didn't know what to say. I was attempting to the best of my ability to try and understand what she was going through. How does one put themselves in someones place when they've never ever experienced such pain, such confusion, such… Continue reading That Day.
It wasn’t always like this. Back in the day, I knew where I was going—I had a plan, had it all figured out. I knew what school I’d go to, what my dreams were and who I was going to be. But that was back in the day before I met you. Now I’m not… Continue reading The letter