I’m essentially taking over space for a project I’m currently working on. While A.G and Tea Time Writer are still working behind these scenes on a special project coming out later this year, I will be here dropping off a few short stories and my own angst.

Right, Best get on to it!

I’m in a new flat and my sister now lives with me! Fucking-A! I love it.

We have a fireplace and a balcony overlooking the back alley road and shops; the balcony shares with our next-door neighbor, though, which is proving annoying. Within our first week we argued and agreed on a fence going up to separate the sides. Now This morning, I’m ordering a larger privacy screen. You know the ones covered in flowers and fake ivy. It’ll make for a great backdrop for photos but also serve to keep drooling frat boys from lounging on the fence and falling onto our side.

And here I thought living next to a hot dude was going to be fun.

At least this stressed I can manage. Change and fix. Not like half the other shit stressing me out.

You know, I’m the weirdo who cried when her neighbors bee farm failed and she lost all her bees. Cried like a baby. So seeing so much get shut down and shut out already this year… I feel weak.

I don’t understand why we wouldn’t want to encourage saving the planet. Or why women are losing the right to control their own bodies… Why can’t we be left alone?

Why do we have to live like this? Why are we doing this?

I’m not mentioning any of this to start arguing or fighting. More that I like to help build safe spaces for people to talk about how they feel. Without getting screamed at for speaking up and asking questions.

I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want anyone else to feel alone either.

E.M