Love

i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...

did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...

hi. me again…it’s been a very long time since i’ve worked on my second book ‘waving red flags’ and i really need to get back to it…but i have been recovering from a breakdown/through… i’ve been moving long distance for the last four months in my tiny little car… had a tiny bout with some...

so. you would assume by the title and the way i spelled ruff that i’m going to write about my dog. i’m not. (see what happens when you assume :) ) i don’t have a dog. i would love a dog. i have enough to deal with right now. i do enjoy visits with my...