It’s the time of year to do it, but looking back is so, so difficult for me. I don’t want to reread my blog entries or my e-journal. It hurts me to see how my life has gone. My life is just going away from me… Along with my e-journaling, I keep a physical day …
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it escalated
things about me, literally feathers bullet casings bones books charms rocks gems herbs oils dolls figurines keys locks twine coins am i witchy then am i queer then am i unseely then am i clemfellow then or what or what what place do i have which one of your boxes am i put into and …
What, inflictrix isn’t a word?
I met a famous writer once in New York. It was at a book reading. When the event was coming to a close, I was cajoled into the ‘meet and greet’ line. I didn’t want to queue up. That wasn’t how I wanted to meet this writer. Standing in line, I was not a person. …