The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…
I did it. I finally got a piece published on Thought Catalog. It only took months. I finally got it on there. And, in a few days, my piece has managed to get almost 2,000 views. It was featured on their Facebook page. It was thrilling. And I feel motivated.
I have been silent.
I did it! I made it through with minimal anxiety attacks. Somehow, I managed to luck out of driving myself. My wonderful partner was able to take the morning off to get me to the airport! Unfortunately, my partner was unable to accompany me all the way. But, it was comforting to have the company!…
In the midst of all the angst of my life, I received something that crushed me. I got a lovely rejection letter. In the days since, I have processed the feelings of worthlessness, insecurity, and the anger. I looked at it. It was a positive experience for me. A learning one. But . . .…
And froze. The world sank. Static. The voices I had not heard sprang forward. Eager to pierce me with their fangs. Drag me back.
Nothing but ice. Nothing to recollect. Worthless, the sacrifice. Lost, the disrespect.
The way the sun hits your face, Makes my heart jump up a pace. That little smile you give me, Becomes all that I can even see.
I have never been the prettiest. I was never popular. Never the skinniest. I was not the one you would pay attention to. I had no pride. Nothing. I was the socially awkward, mean, and fairly weird girl. I was moody and arrogant. I was so caught up in my web of misery. My self…
Or, so I thought. You were my friend. But you hurt me. Again. This cycle must end. My dearest companion, Why did you abandon me? Do you know the damage? Can you even see? It was a day that I anticipated. Excited, I was for that night. But, you were not there with me. What…
