K.M. Green
Bio
+ I'm a psychology student + Neurodivergent + I write about the people I've met, the people I've been & the people that live inside of my head +
Stories (13/0)
Feelings on Losing the CAMP Challenge
I was pretty devastated when I saw that the winners of the Summer Camp challenge were not me. From the time it turned midnight on July 5th when I knew they were choosing the winners, I kept refreshing the challenge page. I prayed to Jesus, filled my head with all this hope; I thought maybe I had a chance.
By K.M. Green2 years ago in Motivation
The French Man's Abandonment
They lie side by side in a large opened field. Together on a bed of Earth, just a man and his bride. She was an Irish woman whose cancer had eaten her chest. And beside her, an aged French man with long stringy gray hair, who’d been by her side for nearly all the decades they’d known of one another’s existence.
By K.M. Green2 years ago in Fiction
The Best Turkey Sandwich in the Entire World
After a day of consuming mainly soft foods and smoothies, when the sun was finally going down, I’d usually find my friend napping in his room, his head next to his clunky old laptop, news still blaring. As soon as I’d open the door, the movement of the air would wake him up and he’d say, “You ready to go to our favorite restaurant?”
By K.M. Green2 years ago in Psyche
Age Gap Relationship With My Professor
I often wonder how I could have gotten bamboozled into sharing my thoughts and body with a man I wasn’t attracted to mentally or physically. He was a skilled and highly practiced predator. His efforts were highly inefficient at first as I only used him as a sounding board through emails for whatever the fuck was stewing in my brain at 3am. He tried to stay positive and uplifting but always kept the responses relatively short, relatively unbiased. Our exchanges were merely a way for me to vent, almost a form of free type therapy. I was making a terrible mistake in the game though; I made the blunder of showing an incredibly lonely and chronically single older man, all of my cards, so foolishly thinking he had no ulterior motives. Or rather, I didn’t bother to think about his motives because I truly felt in my mind, that this man who lived over an hour away was totally insignificant. He was no longer my professor anymore.
By K.M. Green2 years ago in Confessions
The Seven Year Itch
We spent our days like rolling stones. Though not as wealthy as we once were, we still managed to float easy from place to place. We would get bored in the tiny purple room in his mom’s house with only a mattress that had permanent imprints of our two bodies intertwined, hugging and a large flat screen tv. The room would have been pretty bleak had it not been for the brightly colored walls. Days spent in the purple room would consist of me sitting on my computer and researching all kinds of things from personality disorders to politics. He would sit in his thrift shop chair, squish his feet into the plush brown square of carpet I bought for him and wind up for the day with his video games.
By K.M. Green2 years ago in Filthy
Dying From the Inside Out
My father is not a real person anymore. When his friend Bobby calls me to talk about him, he tells me about my father’s concerns, unconcerned. And he tells me that the person he really feels sorry for is his wife. His wife is dying of a kidney disease and so my father sees her same Chinese speaking kidney specialist for his brain. Because he can't be cured. And it wouldn't really matter if he saw a plumber or the best neurologist in the world. The outcome would be the same.
By K.M. Green3 years ago in Families
