self

I feel special in my depravity but every other feeling of “special” is a heavier lift these days.

I look back on the girl that thought something so ugly made her so special and I love her ardently.

I realize I may simply be asking the question because I want to answer it. I suspect something rotten about me and my intentions each time I ask a question. Maybe I am secretly very selfish. I have a memory I want to share and instead of just sharing it, I’m saying “you go first.” I’m not asking out of pure curiosity about the other person and this... See more