Confessions of a Social Media Ghoster
Confessions of a Social Media Ghoster They say the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem. So…okay, here goes… I dip. I ghost. I disappear. Yeah, it’s true.
Confessions of a Social Media Ghoster They say the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem. So…okay, here goes… I dip. I ghost. I disappear. Yeah, it’s true.
Tales of Treachery and Tortures Past III “Hey, Brat. Wanna see if you can fly?” Those are the only words I remember hearing as my sisters muscled me toward the window
Don't Drink the Kool-Aid...or...The Curious Case of the Dangling Boogie When I was little, Sundays meant church. Waking up meant fifteen minutes of feverish debate over whether or not to fake
The Bully Blues I never meant to be a bully. In kindergarten, when adults asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, a schoolyard terrorist from the bowels
Tales of Treachery and Tortures Past I “You can trust me.” Famous last words…to the person dumb enough to listen to them. It was a harsh lesson I was forced to