“You’re just another 2 am,” I tell him, wondering how many times I’ve utter, or at least thought, these words over the past year. It’s a tiring concept, finding a 2 am, keeping a 2 am, not falling for a 2 am. But I’ve mastered it enough to have a couple on rotation. 2 am is the person you call when you’re drunk and lonely. 2 am is the person who gets the naked you, not the naked soul. 2 am knows barely anything about you, other than…
When you’re feeling low, even the smallest highs feel like the sun. There’s a boy. And he burns like fire, and his lips melt me. But how do you ever know how they feel? Dating should be easy by now, but it’s not. This is the first time in so long that I’ve only been talking to one person. He makes me feel really good. He makes me feel respected. But the doubts are always there hanging over my head. My insecurities are amplified lately with everything going on with my mom…
