Too Soft To Live, Too Scared To Die

Against my better judgement, I went to Starbucks. It's Double Stars Day! my notification informed me cheerily. I had intended to go through a drive through - I even thought to myself, "is Google taking me to one with a drive through? Maybe I should check," - but as always whenever I ignore my intuition, … Continue reading Too Soft To Live, Too Scared To Die

I’m tired.

I'm tired of distant communication I'm tired of everyone avoiding eye contact I'm tired of feeling alone. I'm tired of wondering when my life will resume I'm tired of wondering where I'll be a month from now I'm tired of feeling alone. I'm tired of waiting for something to change I'm tired of feeling trapped, … Continue reading I’m tired.

I have decided to be very candid about my life right now

OR: Is it the BPD or should I be keeping better tabs on my astrology? I don't know but I fucking exhausted, y'all. TW: Self INJURY for real though, my nails are here to stop you in case reading about me cutting might trigger you and cause you to cut. it's not worth it, okay? … Continue reading I have decided to be very candid about my life right now

N O V E M B E R

I have broken one of the only rules I have ever attempted to withhold when it comes to NaNo: don’t delete any words. After writing a paragraph that was part vomit and part garbage, I just couldn’t bring myself to try and work on my novel. Unfortunately, when it comes to distraction, I’m violently susceptible … Continue reading N O V E M B E R

Yeah, we’re getting older. So are our parents.

When I was in junior high and high school, my mother gained herself quite a bit of admiration from many of my friends. “Fucking Phyllis,” they used to say and laugh when I told them something wild she said. “I love your mom, dude.” So did I. She was the one who instilled a healthy … Continue reading Yeah, we’re getting older. So are our parents.

I’m Sorry For All The Times I Ignored You (and other thoughts on grief)

On May 20th, 2016, my best friend of eight years passed away suddenly. We were on our way to the doctor because she had some unusual blood spots popping up under her nose. Unsure of why this was happening, we walked to the office together. Usually she was totally down for the four block stroll, … Continue reading I’m Sorry For All The Times I Ignored You (and other thoughts on grief)