“Welp hi there Bartholomew. I missed you this morning. We had pancakes.” Bartholomew was my first true friend. He’s been absolutely everywhere with me since I was at least five years old, probably before as […]
Tag: depressed
Guilt No More
“Why do I feel guilty? I should be jumping for joy. I should be head over heels that I had the actual guts to stand up to Tim today. I was the only one that […]
My Pale, Freckled Brother
My brother came to me in all shapes and sizes. But the version that appeared in times of desperate want, he was always wearing a pink, long sleeve and khaki pants, sometimes shorts, it truly […]
