I don’t know who I am

Someone asked me what my favourite colour was the other day. My first reaction was to respond with pink. But then I wondered if it was still pink. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I don't know who I am. My Mum, if she was still with us, would tell [...]

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An open letter to the boy I love who is moving away

I'm sure somewhere in your room there's a calendar with the date marked off; the day you get to start over. When all your stuff in that room you've called home for the past few years will be somewhere new. When you'll be somewhere new. Please don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. I [...]