Beautiful Misery.

I really am genuinely happy, finally with myself. Which I think sometimes it takes you separating yourself from someone else to really be happy who you are.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it.

Sober October continues at the Cantab with tonight’s feature, Carrie Rudzinski, who’s fresh off a seventh-in-the-nation finish at the Individual World Poetry Slam! These are the opening stanzas of “For The Woman I Become In My Sleep,” from her book The Shotgun Speaks.


Do you ever feel like you need help but there just isn’t any?

It’s like this deep sad that is beyond tears and hurt, it’s just dark and constant and lonely.


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