Everyone had left my birthday party, except for her. “What are you running from?” she asked, after a long pause. I looked down at the two different pints of bee...

I’ve been decadent and morbidly sordid for too long, overindulging in the moral and physical decay of whatever was left in me. Nothing mattered. And, above all,...

I walked and I walked, swallowing my angsty thoughts, suffocating on them. The streets, the people, the whole fucking city… just a big blur. Everything had beco...

“You are being the better person,” she said over the phone. I scoffed. “I know,” I replied, with a sad and passive-aggressive tone. I could feel the walls closi...