You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
There are so many pops and cracks, you’d think I was a walking pile of rap music record albums.
“Who has seen me today? Did I talk to people like this? What is wrong with my face? Am I freakin’ melting?!”
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
For a kid, those insults are worse than mean, they’re true.
I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.