About Jul
If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
overthinking, overdrinking.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
In bed I like to read:
gmail!
My favorite story of all time is:
"a&p" by john updike
Right now, I'm reading:
"the corrections" by jonathan franzen
My Stories
- Clean inbox is my only happiness.
- Feels too much, thinks too little.
- Feels too much, thinks too little.
- I like myself through his eyes.
- I like myself through his eyes.
- Tried to run before I crawled.
- Tried to run before I crawled.
- Realized love, seven years too late.
- Realized love, seven years too late.
- You missed me, misery? I'm back.
- You missed me, misery? I'm back.
- Said I walked into wall. Lied.
- Said I walked into wall. Lied.
- Without depression, nothing's fueling my writing...
- He's outwardly beautiful; it's so unfair.
- He's outwardly beautiful; it's so unfair.
- Spent too long deconstructing his psyche.
- Spent too long deconstructing his psyche.
- Finally deleted his number from phone!
- Finally deleted his number from phone!
- Both knew you'd be the leave-er.
- Both knew you'd be the leave-er.
- Depression over? I find myself singing!
- Depression over? I find myself singing!
- Convinced myself there's beauty in tragedy.
- Convinced myself there's beauty in tragedy.
- Can't stop checking my ex's Facebook.
- Can't stop checking my ex's Facebook.
- I still read your daily horoscope.
- I still read your daily horoscope.
- Even Mom thinks I need pills.
- Even Mom thinks I need pills.
- Have nothing; have nothing to lose.
- Have nothing; have nothing to lose.
- Still can't delete his final voicemail.
- Still can't delete his final voicemail.
- Younger sister makes my same mistakes.
- Embraced curls; chucked straightener. Happier now.
- The upright bass absorbs my tears.
- The upright bass absorbs my tears.
- Waiting to feel the spark again.
- Waiting to feel the spark again.
- Dead relationship haunts like a ghost.
- Dead relationship haunts like a ghost.
- Wasn't a crier. Then, met you.
- Wasn't a crier. Then, met you.
- Lent: Giving up thinking about you.
- Lent: Giving up thinking about you.
- "Don't love you." Writer stopped writing.
- Out on a limb. Branch broke.
- Out on a limb. Branch broke.
- You stole our city from me.
- You stole our city from me.
- "Don't love you." Writer stopped writing.
- He held me at arm's length.
