“Plastic Happiness” — I was on the phone with Rachel earlier. I told her that I haven’t eaten in two days, and she replied by saying that I need to go to church more. That’s her answer for everything and I fucking hate it. Rachel and I used to fuck around heavy sophomore…

All entries in the untitled series are unedited. — I sit in my bed every night staring at the ceiling and asking myself where I’m supposed to go from here. I accomplish tasks that were many years in the making only to ask myself what I’m supposed to do next. Everything is great right now, but I can’t enjoy…

Written after the death of Alton Sterling. — A murderer doesn’t need you to speak for him. He’s more than capable of speaking for himself. He’s fully capable of spewing out his contorted version of the events that transpired in order to avoid any semblance of justice. Each instance of police brutality is a reminder of how little…

I’ve been on summer break for about two weeks now. It feels so good to be out of school. I’m just glad to have that weight off my shoulders. I haven’t been felt depressed in a long time, so I’m really hoping this lasts. I feel like I’m in a…

You’re nine years old now. You’ll be heading to fifth grade in the fall, and you’ll be turning ten next year. This will be a fun year for you. You’ll get to spend the year in a class with most of your best friends. You’ll have amazing teacher. You’ll be…

All entries in the untitled series are unedited. — College is such a weird place. It’s supposed to be a place where you try to find yourself, but I feel like I’ve only lost myself in the process. I feel so alone here it’s crazy. It seems like college only brought my innermost anxieties to the surface. I get…

I was walking around campus when I noticed a piece of paper floating in the wind. The wind came to a halt, causing the paper to gradually descend to the ground in front of me. …

All entries in the untitled series are unedited. — Maybe one day I’ll stop being all sad and depressed. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me. I already feel sorry for myself. I don’t like feeling this way, but I’ll get over it soon. I just feel lost right now. I went to a small high school…

My first flash fiction story. — My girlfriend and I decided to take a walk through a park on a snowy winter night. “It’s really cold out here tonight.” She said softly as a snowflake grazed her cheek. “Yeah I know. I’m freezing.” I replied as I watched my warm breath escape my body. I was…