Secondhand. There, I said it. The word is almost a slur of its own nowadays. We are meant to call it something less triggering for the sake of a jumpier new generation, I suppose. Sorry Karen, I meant "pre-loved". I felt cheapened more by the modern terminology than I had ever felt by any used … Continue reading Charity shop shenanigans
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But when the party ends . . .
What can you say? You want to say so much. You need to. But, can you? The question hangs there until dead, but at some point it will need cutting down. You draw breath to speak, then catch yourself just before anyone around you notices. You let it go and the silence remains undisturbed, at … Continue reading But when the party ends . . .
Put on a happy face
My family and friends have never seen me smile naturally. I do not do it to be deceitful; I just feel pressured to keep up appearances. It is what most people expect from you. It reassures them you are not about to lash out or to suddenly take a bite out of their arm. If … Continue reading Put on a happy face
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