Growing up a girl, I’ve been called a lot of things. I’ve been called stuck up because I wouldn’t let you walk all over me like a...

If my sheets could talk, they’d be calling for a doctor. “Come give this girl a muscle relaxer. She tosses and turns like she’s lookin’...

Sometimes, I dream about what it's like to be naturally sober. I mean, sober without intent. The kind of sober you don't have to think...

Dear Diary, My socks are wet, and I wish I were dead. Seriously. Wet socks are the epitome of misery. Walk a mile in my wet sock shoes,...

“I don’t know how you do it.” “I wish I could be more like you.” “I can’t wait until I am where you are.” I have heard these things so...

By definition, I could be saying that I am, “very tired.” Not because I haven’t been sleeping well lately, although that might be true,...

I enjoy marinating in misery. Suck the life out of me as slow as you can. Make it hurt, make it last. I deserve it. I don’t know what...

Despite what my cross-country record might say, I am very good at running. Running late, running behind, running away. Running to anyone...

Oh, how well you know how to damage me. How to take me for granted again and how to frame it blame it all on me. Oh, how little you try...

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As a white woman in 2020, I am watching and learning. Some might say too silently, But I say, if you can hear yourself think, you aren’t...

Misery does not like to be lonely. Insomnia, a cousin of misery, doesn't either.