The literal worst and an unyielding yet unpredictable burden on people who try to love me because I feel vehemently undeserving. My output is exponentially less than…
My mom is slowly dying inside our home where she brought so much life. Here are some notable moments from what look to be the final days:
“I know this will be hardest on Elle” — Mom to Jamie, about me
After a nap dream — “We were holding on to…
We can donate the food
Brought to my mothers deathbed
No casserole or dessert will
Suppress the hunger for the end.
But what will we do with the flowers?
I’m scared I am not nearly good enough for you. And I mean that, “good” enough. I’m scared you will look around you and realize that you would rather love an artist…