Artist Sarah Long

We usually don’t realize how much something is fucking us up until about ten years after the trauma. I think that’s because we’re not taught how to deal with emotions. So, no one…

I don’t even know you… Do I? I mean, I remember pieces of you. I remember your smell, and the way your home felt.  I remember your laugh and the way you held…

Yo, what’s up? Not much… Umm, but I do confess, I just wanna get something off my chest. It’s not that I’m upset, it’s just that I have this weight of resentment I’ve…

I wonder what she’s like now. I wonder if she’s become a better version of herself, and if she loves herself unconditionally… I wonder if she has a good relationship with her kids…

It was CostaRica, February 2016, one month before the fall….. I’m not talkin’ about the kind of fall where you trip and land on a bed of down feathers… No. It wasn’t like…

What’s up? Oh, not much. But I’ve been having some problems lately, I guess. I haven’t been able to look in the mirror lately. I don’t know why… But I just think it’s…

But the truth is, she hates the way she is. She hates that she has a monster that she can’t control. She hates that she does things that only makes things worse. But…

I knew this chick. She was cool as shit. But she did some shit that I wasn’t cool wit. What was it? She cheated on her boyfriend, and he was my friend.  And…

Hello… Is anyone there? I don’t think anyone is there? Who cares… Just say what you gotta say. It don’t matter anyway… Ok… Well, I just wanted to say… For the record, that…