I hate being a slave to my feelings. I don't know how not to feel something. Shit, feeling something on command isn't something I can do either.

Try not being angry

Try not to be sad.

Stop being depressed.

Don't like her.

Don't feel bad for him, h…

It had all been a fantasy, a fever dream of sorts, the kind that lasts for a year. I had truly believed he could love me back the way I loved him.

First, the straw man, or men, of which there were many. I'd convinced myself that his little girlfriend wa…

Everett called at the door, "Hey, you guys having a party in there?"

Sasha wiped her tears and checked her face in the mirror.

"Just a minute!" Natalie called out.

Some lady pushed her way in, looking perturbed. Natalie shoved Sasha out of the bathroo…

I dreamed of my 17 year-old self. I dreamed that she got the boy of her dreams and that he made her laugh and that she grew comfortable with him. Everything was perfect, from their words to their date locations and the movies he picked, and even the way t…

You wake to the shivers of dreaming, cold sweats and stifling, suffocating, scratching sheets.

Torn into reality like paper.

It leaks through the holes like static, influences and misdirects, reality as uncomfortable as the humidity soaking through st…