My eyes are blurry from the tears and I'm squirming in my seat. My nose is a faucet under my facemask. I'm struggling to control my sniffling so my neighbours don't think I have the spicy cough. Staring intently at the seatbelt sign, I yearn for the light to dim so I can run to…
Content warning: Suicide and associated themes
I lay cocooned in an old duvet on the hard hospital floor, drifting in and out of consciousness to the haunting lullaby of my best friend's heart monitor. I looked at the clock perched on the stark wall above me -- the only gauge of time I could find…
They say that if you’re friends with someone for more than seven years, you’ll be friends with that person for a lifetime. I say that whoever came up with that quip hadn’t factored in ‘travel experiences’ as a variable.
A solid chunk of my friendship circles are made up of people I met in high…