The first time I remember getting lost was in my backyard when I was about ten years old. Our backyard was large enough for me to remember it as a forest, and as an only child I spent a lot of my time wandering with
Last night I voiced one of my most honest thoughts. It felt wrong to vocalize words dripping with anger and jealousy—two things I am ashamed to be associated with—but with a grainy cracked voice I decided to let it out, repeating my words a few
