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ExCUSE me!? I stare at the phone in my hand, in utter shock, and my inner Keke Palmer gives out a mental: ohnoshedidn’t! But she did. The annoying manager of one of our stores called with a question I can’t answer. And the people who can have literally just stepped outside to get some fresh … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Simple Stupidity
The First Week I told myself this is normal. I was awaiting my friend’s reply. If I didn’t hear from her, I could not inform my deceased friend’s brother when we’d plan to visit the grave. Even without a reply, reluctance to contact, well, anyone kept growing. Because: By keeping myself engaged at all times, … More A Weeks-Long Witch’s Denial
Okay, first things first: I am grieving the loss of my friend, which is weighing heavier on me than I realised. So last week, I didn’t blog because I just didn’t feel like it. (I did feel like crying, by the way, which is what I spent last Thursday on, in case you were wondering.) … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Until April
There are no words for what I’d like to write about today. For what I must write about, for it is the biggest news I have to share. There’s nothing else, really. Except for Maya Angelou. I’ve always loved some of her most famous quotes – and even more so some of her less-famous ones. … More An Attempt Was Made
I try to swallow an upcoming coughing fit away, but my aching throat is making it all the more difficult. The last time I had a coughing fit – and I swear my throat is growing more itchy by the desperate second – was in a full college classroom. With an annoyed professor, an ocean … More Bi-Weekly Loss | A Little Underbaked
Let me share my wisdom with you by teaching you how to grow as a Loser in two simple steps: Step 1 – Get pet degus What are degus you ask? Good question. Apart from utterly cute pets I had no idea what more I was getting myself into. I thought they were merely slightly-bigger-than-gerbils-that-live-longer-than-most-other-rodents… … More Two Simple Steps In Becoming A Better Loser
I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean when you find yourself lying awake at night, pondering from A to Z, and the only way to fall asleep is by imagining you’re strangling your sister. (To my defence, while I was doing so, I felt guilty because I don’t actually want to harm her.) But … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Estrangled Sisters
As the end of the year is undeniably rolling in, I’ve had a few revelations before its finality becomes a reality. (Yes, I was quite proud of that sentence myself, thankyouverymuch) I’m counting down the epiphanies and goals that will, hopefully, help me close 2023 on a high note as well as ring in its … More 2024, 3, 2, 1
“Have you told her yet?” My dad looks at my mom over his dinner plate, suddenly remembering his Big Happening of the day. News he could easily tell me himself, but would rather leave up to his spouse. Curiosity takes over instantly. “We received a card from your sister today,” Mom says. I am so … More Weekly Loss | Return To Sender
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing I suspect my soul must look an awful lot like an improvised mummy, what with all the duct tape holding me together. Unfortunately, it seems the sticky sturdiness has been slacking somewhat lately; a few corners having come loose here and there, making me crack. It is early … More Crackin’ Up
Elle Vampa 