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mourning

  • day 4887: emotional labor

    we meet. you are nice and kind. i put your oxygen mask on before mine. i just met you, but i love you. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give.… Continue reading

  • day 4831: come alive

    hi dad. who am i? i have gone twenty-two years just skating by without an answer. i have tried so very hard to fit in to my surroundings. to become what i thought i needed to be, not what i… Continue reading

  • day 4826: rapture inside of me is on the rise

    hi dad. for the first time in over a decade, mom has kept in contact with me for more than 24 hours. she and I had a 30 minute phone call on sunday. since then, we have texted every day.… Continue reading

  • day 4825: even more writings from the past (bonus)

    i believe this was from sixteen as well. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “I don’t love you. The matter of fact, I don’t want to love you. You see, love’s a word that’s been watered down throughout… Continue reading

  • day 4825: writings from the past

    from a poem i wrote at sixteen, about six years ago. i do not know if it was for school or a time i was hospitalized. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “Untitled By: Jenna removed last name for… Continue reading