Cailey is a freelance writer, journalist, and blogger based in Cambridge, Massachusetts. By day she writes articles on the restaurant industry for a software company. By night she writes twisted fiction and non-fiction about troubled twenty-somethings.
You'll lose points for unnecessary use of the word blase despite posing for the underground paparazzi.
I'd slide the switchblade he kept underneath his pillow for protection out once he began to drift off.
"Disabled girl," he would probably call me if it were polite to notice someone's legs twitch uncontrollably.
Putrid garbage water sloshed around my ankles as I looked up and wondered just how I had landed here.
Lana said to Sirius FM once, "Even at a young age, I really related to his sadness." And we did too, or we wouldn't have listened.
Because we're balancing the modern rules of fast-paced sexuality.
"I can't wait to see you in a few months. You're going to be a real New York bitch."
