They Laughed When Soda Was Dumped in My Lap. That Night, I Removed My Name From the Loan

sadness in it—the deep, quiet sadness of accepting that some people will never become who you need them to be, and that waiting for them to change is just another way of disappearing.

I walked out of peace.

The kind of peace that comes only after you’ve survived the war and realized you were fighting it alone the whole time. The kind of peace that doesn’t continue reading …