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About Rhonda

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Founder of Dong Inc. /// Aging party girl, with BPD and a warped imagination

Life Lessons from a High Girl

1. Always have GPS on hand. It is possible to get completely lost even when driving only a few blocks away from home. (Trust me, I know.)

2. 60s Spider-Man memes never get old. Seriously, Google them and laugh.

3. Have a brilliant idea? Write it down. I had plans to buy my boyfriend a killer Valentine’s Day gift, but I forgot what it was because I didn’t write it down!!!

4. Always pack a candy bar. Because mmm chocolate.

5. Life is only as stressful as you make it. Wake and bake every morning!

6. Don’t know what the fuck is happening? Don’t worry, chances are no one does.

7. Chase your dreams. If at first you don’t succeed, roll a blunt and smoke some weed (and then try again).

8.  Think before you talk to strangers. Telling someone their abs make you hungry because they look like a pack of Hawaiian sweet rolls may not be as smooth of a pickup line as you think. (Or, at least it didn’t work for me.)

9. Choose your playlist wisely. Music can take you places…

10. When in doubt, smoke more weed. Because, in the words of Kid Cudi, “Marijuana always had my back.”


10-Word Story

My sister got kicked in the face by a llama.


Slithery Snake

I stared up at the blue sky, wishing I could soar among the clouds that passed by. Instead, I lay in the middle of the hot-asphalt street in front of my house. I wanted to catch a distracted driver off guard, causing them to either strike me or swerve uncontrollably into a nearby tree. After 20 minutes of torturous silence, a puny garden snake slithered toward my face.

Snake“What are you doing?” the snake asked.

“Waiting to raze the life of another,” I responded. “I’m bored.”

“Allow me to spice up your day,” the snake insisted. Before I could answer, the snake slid in between my breasts and underneath my dress. “Ahh, no panties. My kind of girl,” the snake said as he slid down my stomach toward my vagina.

I gasped and moaned as the snake’s forked tongue wrapped around my clit; and I thrust my pelvis as he moved his tongue up and down my labia lips. Before long, the snake stuck his head into my now dripping wet vagina and forced his way inside. I squealed and thrust my pelvis faster as the snake danced inside.

Only minutes later, a car came speeding down the road in my direction. After reading a text message from his mom, the driver of the car looked up to find my body blocking his way. Freaking out, he jerked the steering wheel to the right, and crashed his car into a giant tree in front of my house.

As soon as the car hit the tree, euphoria rushed through my entire body, causing my vision to blur, my legs to shake, and my vagina to squirt out the snake.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, still trying to catch my breath. I leaned up on my elbows and looked around. “Snake?” I looked around again, but didn’t see the snake anywhere. It was like he never existed.

“Meh,” I shrugged, stood up and brushed myself off. I walked past the car wreck and the neighbors that started to gather around it. “He’ll be okay,” I thought and went inside.


Trapped in a Well of Despair

Being me is extremely uncomfortable. The amount of self hatred I have makes my skin crawl. I feel so disconnected from reality, like I am battling a constant identity crisis and I am in so deep that I can’t be present. I can’t mentally engage with the world.

I often wonder if there is anyone else out there who suffers the same way I do. I struggle every day to get out of bed, and I continue to struggle until my head hits the pillow again. I feel so unaccomplished, and the guilt burns deep within my soul, often paralyzing my body and my mind.

Every night, I go to bed hopeful that tomorrow will be a better day, that tomorrow I will do something that makes me proud. But when my alarm rings the next morning, I have no motivation to get up and get moving. What I feel is absolute exhaustion, and it is near impossible to push through it. So, I turn off my alarm and go back to sleep… until I wake up again with excrutiating anxiety from being a failure once again.

I am sick and tired of feeling worthless, but life is meaningless. We do nothing but work, and we have endless responsibilities. All for nothing. We just die, we cease to exist. And what is the point of that? I can’t find one. Maybe if there was a reason for all of this trouble, like if there was an afterlife. But there isn’t. So, how do I get excited to live, to be me, when there is nothing special about me? I just live to die like everyone else. Honestly, I have no clue how other people ignore this fact, how they convince themselves they are leading a life of purpose. I wish I had their false sense of importance.

Is there any hope for me?


The Identity Crisis Within

Being me is exhausting, confusing, depressing… but also exciting. Every day is a whirlwind of chaos, contradicting emotions and unpredictable behavior. How I feel one minute is not how I’ll feel the next. Because I never know what’s coming, I can’t prepare for it. And, because the mood swings are so sudden and intense, it’s near impossible to understand what’s happening to me, and near impossible to control my responses. So, my decisions are inconsistent, and somewhat dependent on my everchanging mood.

It’s hard for others to understand, but it’s almost like I have multiple identities, each one fighting for control over my one body, and there’s no telling which one will win what battle. Maybe that’s why I am exhausted, weak and hungry all the time. While others have one identity to nourish, I have five – all so very different but very much alive.

When I try to talk to my family about my “issues,” they say it’s all in my head. Well, no shit. I clearly don’t have a physical disability. Yeah, my chest bone sticks out farther than my boobs, my ass is a little saggy and my face will always have acne, but overall, I think it’s safe to say, I am physically okay. One could even argue I am more than okay. I should probably eat less carbs and work out more, but besides that, I am healthy (or at least that’s what my doctor said at my last physical). So, thank you, family, for your input. But, this is not a question of whether it’s “all in my head,” but a question of how I cope with my inner battles – how I learn to understand and satisfy each of my identities – so I can thrive, and maybe even achieve my fullest potential.

I suffer from memory loss – I can’t recall what I say to people, not even 10 seconds after I say something, and I sure as hell can’t remember much of my childhood. I sometimes wonder if the reason I suffer from memory loss is because life, from my point of view, is a blur. My inner battles make it impossible to focus. In fact, I never truly feel present. Physically, I’m all here, but mentally, I can’t escape my thoughts – I feel trapped.