Honesty

You said I was weak. Matter-of-fact. The silence after as unwelcome as truth.

Just in case you feel sorry about it in the future and feel like it's too late to apologise, I'll let you know now that I forgive you.

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To rebel, to never rush

Reflections after reading The Beach by Alex Garland

Notes on 'Arsenic and old lace' and the insane

Some Stuff

The secret to a good story

Dwell

The dearth of middle-aged heroines

Days left

Disjointed