Tag: My 20s
At age 27: What do I want to be when I grow up?
Seeing red – and hating the cattiness at work
Grayland – post-breakup, choosing pain instead of emptiness
Check your pockets – a poem about breakup and loss
The morning after
Say goodbye
Again
It feels so wrong
Blurred
Unreal
Brief silence inside
I [heart] NYC
Can I quit?