Mother of All Secrets

by Kathleen M. Willett

When someone is that wound up, there’s always a breaking point.

Whenever someone was mad at me, or I was convinced that someone didn’t like me, it was practically the only thing I could think about, casting a shadow over me for days. This time was ironically a little bit easier, because my exhaustion made it impossible to care about anything as deeply as I probably would have if I had been rested. The two confrontations were also canceling each other out in my mind. I couldn’t worry too much about either one before I switched to worrying about the other.

Same

You know how it is, when you see someone from high school and it kind of transports you back.

Relatable💯