“He’s not coming,” I said, and threw my finished cigarette on the ground. I moved my shoe over the remnants of the butt, about to be extinguished by my ballet flat. I took a…
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“He’s not coming,” I said, and threw my finished cigarette on the ground. I moved my shoe over the remnants of the butt, about to be extinguished by my ballet flat. I took a…
I looked at the clock and sniffed. It was 2 am. I had a cold, work early in the morning, and a long walk home. I rubbed my eyes, said goodnight to…
“You know,” my school therapist suggested in one of our sessions. “Exercise works much better than any antidepressant. You should try to go on walks to alleviate your moods.”
I had recently come back…