Oh, Hey! It’s Alyssa #62: Twenty Bi-Teen
New Year! New Me!
New Year! New Me!
All my life I’ve tried to be impervious, but I am soft.
“We’re not trying to collect apologies, just lunch.”
Change doesn’t have to be made just once every 365 days.
It’s sometimes funny, the things we find ourselves feeling attached to…
“I went to a museum ALONE. Then I treated myself to a fancy coffee ALONE. Then I worked in the library ALONE. Then I bought this sweater ALONE.”
“You never know what’s going to provoke them to attack.”
Baopu has a long-avoided conversation with mom.
You’re sure it will continue to be awful.
“How am I supposed to explain that to my children?”
“Is it cool to pretend to be Santa all December?”
I need to go to heckin’ therapy.
“Ahhhh… the afterparty: Where good decisions go to die.”
Shhhhsh-sh-sh. I have one minute left.
I want to be safe and free.
Seriously.
The thing about leaving is that the ghosts tend to stick around.
They want one voice, one wall, but we must remember how to feel.
“You’d think after someone dies you wouldn’t have to deal with their bullshit anymore… yet her hatred perseveres!”
…I know. I know. Jealousy is a toxic and entirely unfavorable emotion.