Author: Molly

It hasn’t stopped raining here. Right now, I can hear the pounding of the rain against the side of the house. Last night, my power went out around eight, and it wasn’t restored until around five in the afternoon today. I’m just thankful it was restored before the months’ worth of frozen cat food went… Read more

I’ve been in Australia for a week and I’ve spent about half the time loving it, the other half wishing for a plane ride home, and almost the entirety of it alone. Like, alone alone. I think this is why they say solo travel is not for the weak, I never understood it before, but… Read more

There is no torture quite like a fifteen hour plane ride. You’re trapped in the smallest of spaces, not even an inch away from a stranger, sitting in your own sweat, breathing the same used air for hours. Sure, going to a new destination is exciting, but actually getting there is awful. My flight didn’t… Read more

Sometimes, I look down at my wrists, and I notice how small they are. They’re so small that I can wrap my thumb and pointer finger around them, making them touch with ease. Sometimes, like when I was cooking dinner this evening, I look down at my tiny little wrists, and I wonder how a… Read more

I had therapy last Monday, a fact I don’t think any person should be afraid to admit. Actually, I think it should be normal to say, “Oh, yes, I go to therapy! I have things I need to sort out, and I see a professional for that.” I started seeing her last year after the… Read more

Last night, I had a break down, or as my friend and I enjoy calling them, a ‘menty b.’ It’s our fun little way of making a not-so-enjoyable experience a bit comedic, because that’s what we girls do, right? We try to laugh off the unpleasant parts of life, the ones where *gasp*, it’s revealed… Read more