Shortcake

by Lucy Watson

The soul can’t breathe without hope. Torture is to keep living after your soul has died.

Newsflash: I’ve got a shitload of regret too, but do you see me throwing a tantrum and stomping around the house like a freaking man-child? No. Why? Because I’m a grown-ass woman, which means I silently drown my regret in chili cheese nachos and cookie dough ice cream like every other freaking adult.