My Cardboard Balcony

Okay. So. Today is finally the day I can tell you all, in as much detail as I can, what's been going on with my life. Now, some of you already know what's up - you're close friends and family of mine, you've had conversations with me, you've read what I've posted and written. And really, I just want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me and helping me out through this difficult time. What I'm going to tell you is the basic, linear story of what's been going down since January 15th of this year. I'm going to omit certain details, like names, locations, and specific conversations. I'm allowed to do that. You all know how candid and honest I can be, to a fault sometimes. And I do reserve the right to some privacy. I know - shocker, right? So here's the rundown. January 15th, I informed my principal that I had no desire to return as yearbook adviser. The class had spent my creative, emotional, and mental energy to such an e

Haunted Aces by Belinda Roddie I play cards with my friends nightly. They're all ghosts.

I never wanted to conform, but I knew that I absolutely had to fit in. So I wore the same colors as they did, the same make-up as they did. I pulled my hair back so tightly that my follicles screamed in pain, and my forehead shone like an unwanted half-moon. I wear black-rimmed glasses. Carried the same red leatherbound book. And ultimately, I was accepted. I was part of their family now. "Family." Pssh. Cult was more like it. But I loved it.