Tag: anxiety

The Visit

There are many things I love about Harrisburg, but the one thing I currently appreciate is how you never know what might happen as you walk down the street. Sometimes this takes on a negative meaning, as catcallers still exist (and still have not figured out that their actions are

The Metamorphosis of Sam

It has been an incredibly long time since I have posted on here. I would apologize, but I feel that I’ve been very productive in my absence. (Okay, fine… I’ll apologize. But I will say that I’m doing much better than I would have expected back in April, when I

Society, Anxiety – Those two rhyme, don’t they?

Pull the band taut, Pull it back, flick it, Don’t be surprised when it creaks Under the might of your fingers. The more you pull me, the less I can give, The less I can stretch, The less I can live. I’ve come to terms with my Lack of elasticity,

Happy Anniversary (We’ll Make It Happy)

Remember, remember. It’s weird, but it’s much easier to remember the negative anniversaries over the positive ones — which is an irony in itself, since the go-to phrase is “happy anniversary”. Not everyone is so lucky. Some people are routinely surrounded by unhappy anniversaries. It’s not an active choice. Even

Cats Worry, and Other Stories We Tell Ourselves

Early this morning, I had the thought that my cat doesn’t trust me, and it made me feel better. I was crying, and normally when I cry, my cat ignores it. He doesn’t understand what crying means, that it means I’m upset, so he just continues on, acting like a

A plea

Stop Worrying About being a friend, And being accepted as a friend, And friendships unraveling before you as a roll of ribbon, And you try to put it back together neatly and the way it was before but once unwound the ribbon doesn’t take, Doesn’t want to take, never wanted

Loren

There is now a kitten residing at This Damn House, and his name is Loren. I told myself I would wait a while before I got a pet. I’ve been wanting one for years, but never was really in a good spot to have one, and then, when I moved

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