Grief/Loss/Death

Empty Spaces

The world is so cruel. So.damn.cruel. Someone like me connects better with individuals who are older than me and animals. My animals are my life. I have a cat. A handsome orange boy that lived in my room until I moved out. My main reason for moving into an apartment Read more…

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Creative Writing

Lost in the Echo

When I wake up, I’m alone. I’m in my apartment. I guess my job is done. I just can’t remember what that job was for the life of me. Now what? My head feels as though it is going to split open. It’s the worst migraine I’ve ever had. No Read more…

By admin, ago