“You’re such a big mess” by Sasha at MELK Bar & Cafe


Tuesday September 27, 2016
5:14pm
5 minutes
Welcome To Your Life
Grouplove


“You’re a mess,” Jess said, opening her front door. She furrows her eyebrows, and looks me up and down. She isn’t lying.

“Give me a hand then,” I peel off my sweatshirt. It’s heavy from being so wet. She takes it, dripping all over the hall carpet.

“My Mom is gonna be pissed,” she says, under her breath.

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain! I would’ve brought my umbrella…” I take off my t-shirt and she runs up the stairs. I follow, kicking off my shoes.

“Can I borrow some stuff?” I ask.

She hands me a red plaid button up and smiles.

“You look like a wet rat…”

“It’s my haircut. It’s so so bad. What was I thinking… I just – … I can’t even talk about it without crying…”

“She lives by the sea” by Sasha at the table on Monkland


Monday September 26, 2016
7:49pm
5 minutes
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The old woman lives by the sea in a house on a cliff, painted yellow and purple. When it storms, the walls of the house shake and the old woman bundles herself in sweaters. The black and white photographs fall off the walls and she sweeps up the broken glass and places them back on their hooks. The old woman makes herself a pot of Lady Grey tea and adds a sugar cube and a splash of cream. She sits in her corduroy chair with her dog, Mimi, in her lap. She tells Mimi stories about when she was a girl, and when she travelled to Paris, and when she fell in love, and when she found a sword under a willow tree.

“You’re such a big mess” by Julia at her dining table


Tuesday September 27, 2016
6:58am
5 minutes
Welcome To Your Life
Grouplove


I bite my tongue so I don’t accidentally tell you that you’re getting what you deserve right now. I haven’t been one for tact before and I’ll tell you that it’s not an overnight thing for me, but I am trying. Self-righteousness doesn’t become anyone. You’re upset, it’s like you want to cry but you don’t because you know on some level it will just make things worse. My first reaction was to laugh, actually, when you told me. It took seeing you like this for a minute after to realize that my judgments are not very subtle and even you could use some support during this. It’s very hard for me not to tell you that I told you so and that this is a good opportunity for you to get back on track, but my friend Laura is constantly preaching about empathy and you fit the bill for someone who could benefit. But what did you think was going to happen? I can’t for the life of me figure out what was going through your head.