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.
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.
Don’t freak out, but I’m just not feeling that into Halloween this year.
“Every time I try to put myself in a box I always break free.”
As if there’s value in being a person who never needs anyone.
How do you say what’s unsaid every time you see your family?
“Do I need an undercut? Do I need to wear a half-way buttoned top in a French tuck?”
I’ve been trying to keep up with my writing, but the news is making me sad…
money isn’t real. time isn’t real. the future is fake.