I hit send on my tweet. I’m tipsy and in my grocery store. My grocery store. Like I’m some character on a sitcom. I think this has always been my problem. I have main character syndrome. I am obsessed with myself and sometimes it feels like it’s too much. …

A Sunday with no purpose My only goal for this morning was to find some fresh tomatoes. The farmers' markets were open and I wanted one of those heirloom tomatoes that look so veiny and strange when you slice them in half. I didn’t know they wouldn’t be in season. …

On struggling with accepting my neurodivergence. — “ — you’re neurodivergent and it’s okay to ask for clarification there.” My friend, Theo, is patient while I ask questions about friendship. Things that come intuitively to others about socializing have nearly always alluded me. …

it's dangerous to go alone… I have never played Zelda, which is what the title of today’s entry is from. My mother thought any video game that mentioned magic had to be evil, so she would tell us that the evil spirits from the game would jump out into us…

SMALL COP ROOMS tw: sexual assault When I look at the detective, I want to tell her that I wish I knew what it was like to do no wrong. I don’t remember a thing besides sick yellow walls and screaming fluorescents that failed to bring and warmth to my skin. She sits…

…my thoughts always turn to love and being loved. It has taken a day and a half or so, but I’ve finally slowed down. The porch of this youth hostel has white columns, church pews, and a brick-tiled floor. It’s 6 pm and it’s the least lonely 6 pm evening…

on a solo trip in New Orleans Reader, it is 72F. I am on the expansive patio at my youth hostel. Every last wood surface has chipped paint. There is a riot of potted plants everywhere, some creeping with moss. Behind me is an outdoor stage, fitted with a piano…

The dessert selection at whole foods should be illegal — I am finishing my lunch at whole foods before walking over to work. It’s a half day, one in which I decided to take the morning for myself. My period is here and more time in bed with my cats seemed appealing. …

Revisiting the impact of harsh words in my 20’s TW: physical + verbal abuse. My friends have pointed out many times that I’m really hard on myself, and it always surprises me. …