dear mom, i bear some news. can’t say whether good or bad because it’s both, really. she wasn’t happy with me. sometimes we can love somebody with our everything and know that nothing we do or give is going to work. we must accept this and move forward hoping that happiness will eventually find them …

where do i feel i don’t belong? everywhere and nowhere. is that possible? it must be. how else can i feel it? it gets hazy when you don’t know where your boundaries lay. borders of boxes become muddled, muddied, smudged. boxes. all the boxes i’ve ever forced over my head and out of my  throat. …