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Anon: On Having One of Those Days

It’s one of those days. The kind where every exhale holds the promise of tears that don’t end. I’m in the pit. Can’t climb out. Fuck. Fuck it all. Fuck me. All of my emotional strength is exhausted. Stripped, naked and bare, vulnerable to the world. I excuse my seemingly endless supply of tears with being …

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Megan: On Loss

Be humble, for you are made of earth… My cousin’s 9-year old daughter passed away earlier this year. After her brain tumour was discovered, she lived for 402 days. Though I don’t know all of the specifics of the type of tumour she had, what I do know is that 402 days wasn’t enough time …

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Simon: On Being the One Who Tried

She was just nine years old when she died. We had never met until that day. I guess, when you think about it, we never met at all. I never knew her name. She was just a girl playing on automatic gate that you drove through to get in and out of my apartment complex. …