We are living badly, owada
When the first person to shorten your name to G says to you, at the…
When the first person to shorten your name to G says to you, at the…
This is how it should have ended, with you listening to my squeaky nine year…
It is February. Again. With it comes the fury of memories that descend upon my…
You turned me into a criminal. I did everything I was supposed to: got the…
This is how it ends. With my mouth full of you, I remember the day…
VIII Our paths cross just long enough for me to realise this is fate’s way…
I was eighteen. Depressed and suicidal. I didn’t know what to do or who to…
This is how it ends, with me realising that my first serious mistake was meeting…
1 The way this one ends is with me in a not-too-sanitary club bathroom, clutching…
This post is inspired by a conversation I shared with Jaber and her friends after…
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