Trigger Warnings: Depression and self harm
The crisp paper lay flat in front of me on the table in the principal’s office. His signature stamp laying close by the document, still shining red from the dark ink. 1,372 more words
I’ve been having a bit of a writer’s block the last few weeks. I don’t have an explanation for that other than I’ve just had my mind elsewhere. 695 more words
It was a pleasant bike ride to the Waidalice bridge on Tuesday, followed by a more pleasant cruise down the Waidalice river and an exhilarating bumpy ride over the lagoon in somewhat blustery conditions. 779 more words
Only nine years. It seems so much longer.