I can’t imagine letting go of someone I have loved -- romantically that is. And I haven't had that experience yet. I’m 22 years old, by the way. I have never felt the heartbreak of losing someone I love dearly -- whether caused by death or a general fallout. And because I carry this fear … Continue reading Part 1: Afraid to lose you, whoever you are.
The cream was swiped onto an evil little Q-tip and onto my back tooth. The cotton ball sat in my mouth absorbing that bitter, tangy, repulsive flavor for the duration of one half of an episode of House Hunters. The needle pricked my gums and a power-washing grinding noise ensued. She rubbed my chin with … Continue reading SOS