Note to Self

I cannot change those who do not want to change in the first place.

And I keep wondering, But why does she not want to?

I understand forgetting to eat because I do that too, but that's simply not acceptable anymore when she can't even find the strength to stand most afternoons and she's fallen on those fragile bones more times than ( Read more... )

To the Woman Who Is DyingThey like to forget that I'm suicidal. Not so much in that I'm likely to kill myself at any minute, but rather that I long for death. Regardless of the medication, that will never change. My grandmother is preparing for her end and is asking everyone she knows what they would want to pass on to others when they go ( Read more... )

To the Girl Who Ran Away

And I thought I ought to go over and say to her, “What are you doing, child?”

And she would look at me with a glare that spoke of betrayal; of how we used to be peers, once. It would speak to me of how three years did not give me the right to stand over her: not when she had slept with more men than I, used more drugs ( Read more... )