This is a story I wrote that I performed at my first ever reading in LA right after my first semester of college ended. It's about trying to lose my virginity. Here it is, right as I left it.
Omfg, your writing. The squirminess, the physical discomfort of twin beds and cheap, too-sweet alcohol, the omnipresent background unease from junk food, cigarettes and anxiety. You nailed it all in the best/worst possible way.
These feckless boys need a slap and/or you need a different crew. That one was a narcissistic waste of time and you deserved so much better, no matter how open your conversations seemed. Bullet dodged. I know time has past and you eventually ticked off your item, which has opened up new barrels of monkeys, the battles among whom I look forward to reading about.
your words grab you by the collar and shake you like a 1950s elementary school bully
Captivating and painful read
modern day sylvia plath
Don't insult Sylvia like that.
“ covered in crumbs and leaking sweat like a water-logged corpse” will stick with me
manorexia line blew me away
“I wish he had manorexia. Watching him eat mozzarella sticks and I’m thinking about cutting myself”
fucking electric
this feels sticky
Seeing these tweets live and now hearing the background is something I will forever be grateful for. Also why are all men the same?
Oh my god I have never been so invested in someone else's situationship
fucking stellar from beginning to end
This almost made me cry WAHHH!!
but I told myself that's gay and stopped... LOL
(something's wrong with me but what isn't wrong with everyone..)
This is so beautifully written, succinct yet articulate, & uncomfortably relatable...
May u find happiness & love soon, u talented and tortured diva
i remember this! simply iconic
Omfg, your writing. The squirminess, the physical discomfort of twin beds and cheap, too-sweet alcohol, the omnipresent background unease from junk food, cigarettes and anxiety. You nailed it all in the best/worst possible way.
These feckless boys need a slap and/or you need a different crew. That one was a narcissistic waste of time and you deserved so much better, no matter how open your conversations seemed. Bullet dodged. I know time has past and you eventually ticked off your item, which has opened up new barrels of monkeys, the battles among whom I look forward to reading about.
Did u leave instagram? Miss reading ur stories
you are such a fucking good writer