If anxiety was a person, it would be your toxic best friend, always negative, always passing judgement on your thoughts, your looks, your actions. She makes you question your passions, until you’re not even sure you have any. And she never leaves you alone. She is always texting, always calling just to remind you, to... Continue Reading →

Light streamed through her window and fell over her like a blanket in the morning. Beautiful as it was, it suffocated her; it guilt-tripped her about how much time she spent awake with the stars the night before. And she was sorry but never quite sorry enough to change her ways. So each night, she... Continue Reading →