How to Ruin a Relationship: Journal, Don’t Communicate

Distilled journal entries

Lonely beds

The wind is tearing into our room through the holes in the screen, and my feet are raw with scratched bug bites.

This country was supposed to have screenless windows and no bugs.

We pushed the two single beds as close together as possible. You’re curled on your side, asleep, in the bed against the wall. Before I got out of it, I was lying on th…