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As I try to type, my fingers feel foreign and heavy. I’ve been gone a while, that goes without saying. My wrists crack over the keyboard and I can’t help but shift here and there and then here again in an attempt to find a comfortable position in my chair. Unfortunately, there is none. All … Continue reading
….a life I thought that I would never be so fortunate to live. A beautiful life. Yet as I write, wrists worn by the ceaseless shaking of rheumatoid give way to the babbling of bones and a stomach fueled by little more than the desires of a sweet tooth precariously rumbles around like a dam … Continue reading
Dear you, I promised you I wouldn’t lie. But it’d be far from the truth if I said that for a better part of a year, I didn’t think about you. I tried. I really did. I forgot your favourite colour was salmon pink. I forgot about your favourite restaurant. But for one reason or … Continue reading
If breakfast is the most important meal, then today must be the most important day in my life for today is the day that I will have breakfast with anyone I want to. Everything has to be prepared. One slip up, and I might certainly be disappointed. Both of us might. Who knows – my … Continue reading
As I sit here, I am moving ever so closer to death. The room feels tighter, my hands that much stiffer. It’s as though I can feel my youth seeping from my veins, my life escaping with each breath. Watching the flickering of a cursor, I can’t help but wonder how many blinks of the … Continue reading
It’s the same like last time. Cold water. I shrug. There’s nothing I can do now. I step in and it stings my naked body in random spurts. I’ve been here before. One year ago? Two? I cannot recall. It feels so long ago. Nearly ancient history. But I remember our hesitance. I remember our … Continue reading
If you are looking for advice, then look elsewhere. The only advice you’ll ever find here is that there is no advice at all – at least, none I could give you. Instead, I’ll tell you what a man once told me. With clothes that fit like a circus tent and shoes that fell apart … Continue reading
I should preface by saying that this isn’t a cry for help. Nor is it an otherwise lackluster student’s lament. Instead it is a realization that the summer sun is fleeting, and in its wake is a perpetual cycle of work, school, work, school, work, and school some more. Maybe I’m just tired of it. … Continue reading
The following was written in anticipation for my thesis. The final copy is heavily changed. * “And I’d just like to thank Hitler for everything before us,” Ma says slightly drunk. Outside the rain pours on and on while inside the chicken broth bubbles, the French fondue froths, and smiles are passed around with ease. … Continue reading
I’m in grade eight. I’m 13 going on 14. And D’Arcy is chasing me around all day firing a gun this way, waving a badge that. We’re playing cops and robbers and I think he’s gay, but that doesn’t matter much. If he is a gay cop, he is still a cop. He is still … Continue reading
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