misery tourism

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Look, and I don’t expect you to understand this, or have any sympathy for me, given the circumstance, but it’s hard for men these days, too.

Of course, it’s imperative that I am the way that I am.

After my life imploded, I thought things would eventually get better. They didn’t.

for most of us the trick never materialized

One of the dumbest symptoms of my months-long psychosis was that I fell in love with almost every guy who crossed my path.

(how) was more practical than english literature (why) so it was the logical choice.

Ventriloquist racist: (I’m not saying this)

You are all cyberwriters

And another offered limb Frances cricked, and another, folded each appendage against itself. “Brittle boy,” in a kind of whisper she said.

The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.