You Don’t Have To Be Fine
I arrive, and my friends aren’t there. I’m immediately distressed; I know they’ll be here in 5–10…
TW: sexual assault, stalking, domestic violence, ptsd
Sometimes I wonder why we only place casseroles on the backsteps of houses in which someone is grieving a death.
Warning: some parts may be difficult to read
*Name has been changed
It happened in 2012, the spring semester of my junior year of undergrad. I met Jack* at…
This is a story I have never written.