The first sip, a dare, a laugh, then the world blurred, softened at the edges. Suddenly, every insecurity, every awkward moment, just floated away. W...Read more

Fourteen. Just a kid. But the world felt too loud, too bright, too much. Someone offered a can, cold and fizzing, and suddenly, everything quieted. I...Read more

Nobody tells you how easy it is to disappear in the space between lockers and liquor stores, how silence tastes like cherry cough syrup and cheap vodk...Read more

t doesn’t taste like anything until it does— like regret, like forgetting on purpose, like burning down what little of you is left. Vodka— clear as t...Read more

They call me promising, sharp, gifted. A future wrapped in straight A’s and handshakes from counselors who beam when I speak like my words are gold an...Read more

What started as fun ended as a mess. I knew alcohol was the problem I knew I shoukd stop but I didn't want to. I kept drinking and smoking and shootin...Read more

I don’t think I should be happiest when I’m drunk. Chemical reactions create falsified joy but maybe I’d be happier if it was real. Prosecco in the ba...Read more

It started with a red cup at someone’s brother’s party— too loud, too dark, too much everything. And I drank. It burned like truth and felt like perm...Read more

I was eleven the first time I sipped away my problems, a cold sip of vodka down like a secret in the garage under flourecent lights and the hum of not...Read more

I don’t pretend anymore. The lie is worn out, like the soles of my shoes tracing the same cracked sidewalk to the same corner store. My hands don’t s...Read more

You sit where I swore I’d never see you again— bottle half-drained, still sweating in the dark, like you never left. You wear my fingerprints like tr...Read more

No one asked why I laughed too hard at 9 a.m., why my hands shook when the room was too quiet, why my bag clanked, why I kept a hoodie on even in the ...Read more

I was eleven when the burn started to feel like home— not the fire, but the numb that followed. The breathtaking silence of my brain slowly shutting d...Read more

We passed pens like rumors in the bathroom, smoke curling into secrets we never wanted to keep. It wasn’t rebellion, more like trying to make the day ...Read more

I was eleven when I learned the burn of vodka could quiet the voice in my head, the one that kept asking why am I still here? I drank from a water bo...Read more

At the time, I hated you for it, and I’m sorry because you didn’t deserve that. At the time, we fought about it, and I’m sorry because you were only h...Read more

They say cracks let the light in but really they just let the blood out. My luck with life is bad but I remained unshattered. Unloved was my natural s...Read more