Dear Diary, My socks are wet, and I wish I were dead. Seriously. Wet socks are the epitome of misery. Walk a mile in my wet sock shoes,...

A Chicago story Photo by Tony Mucci on Unsplash. Edited by Jenna Malin on Wix. She waited long after the windows went dark, watching from...

“I don’t know how you do it.” “I wish I could be more like you.” “I can’t wait until I am where you are.” I have heard these things so...