This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
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Women should be free to aspire to greatness in STEM fields, and also to be mediocre.
I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.
It’s been a hundred years. And it’s been a long 80 days in lockdown.
I may say that hallucinations and delusions are positively parasitic, but let it never be said I denounced all flights of fantasy.
More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.
Where do we begin?