Pack-up the Pity Parade

So the last 2 nights, I was semi-suicidal.  Honestly, that might be one of the most ridiculous sentences I've written in the entirety of my adulthood. But, it's the truth all the same. In my youth, I always had an infatuation with Sylvia Plath; I would be lying if I said that flame burned out entirely.  She was the author that … Continue reading Pack-up the Pity Parade