I Want More

“Sometimes, you have to turn around, give a little smile, throw the match and burn that bridge.” I was sixteen when I decided that I wanted to leave Philadelphia. My mother tried to talk me into staying; she wanted me to close to home. But I wanted more. I skipped my junior prom and instead…

Hugs Hurt

Hugs hurt. I don’t want to say that they do but it’s true. An arm around my side, the pressure on my body, sends thousands of tiny needles to the surface, attacking my skin. But I want the embrace; I need to feel loved, so I welcome it, trying not to wince. I live with…