Nothing
I say nothing to describe my life as the way to hide some problem. It's hard to talk about unhappy things in life. My parents is unmatched couple. They live together but arguing and fighting all the time. I have no idea to help them. They hate each other but I love both. And it's [..more..]
Poem
why do bad things happen why do they have to exist this whole situation is making me pissed im tired of fighting trying to move on why are u so cruel oh you and ur giant con
Box
Trying to grow within a contained boxed of circulated air and routine leaves one weakened and withered desperate to stretch and grow. This box keeps me safe, this box is all i know. Please god let a salvation be known im to weak to grow.
long-lost friend
So today I reached out to one of my old friends from elementary, we haven't talked since 7th or 8th grade. We still have lots in common, even though lots has happened since, they are in college now and I'm engaged. So glad I decided to reach out and reconnect
One Year One Day
Short story I wrote. Motionless. He’s sitting, blinking, breathing. In out, in out. His breaths are short and slow but heavy like he just ran a race but he is just sitting there. Quiet, still and from the outside one might even say he looks peaceful. But look into his eyes. Look past the fake [..more..]
smile
You know I've been called every name in the book. All my life people have been saying I was no good, to ugly, to fat, to stupid. I can remember getting bullied by my mother and kids at my school and feeling worthless crying myself to sleep at night. I found a person who made [..more..]
Poems
What does one expect you to say, When all of the colors have faded away When all of the smiles have turned into frowns, When all of the songs keep bringing you down? What do you, as a person do, When you're feeling lost and blue? What does one simply do, When they stop yearning [..more..]
Boi.
So I like watching a lot of scary movies and creepy pastas. I am watching one right now and I think it's pretty interesting. It's called Hush. Well out of the topic, there are many people that think I am a freak because of it. Here I will tell you a story on what I [..more..]
Talentless (long read)
I just want a talent. No, 'want' implies I am greedy and selfish – though perhaps I am – I would say 'need' more accurately represents my agonising longing. Something I'm good at, is that so much to ask? Every human is skilled at /something/, then why not me? And I don't say this simply [..more..]
mental block
I can't find any reasons as to why I should attempt to be social. I feel lonely but whenever I think of doing something social I immediately think of the worst possible situations and how it's so much more comfortable to hide in a dark corner allowing myself to get worse with each second that [..more..]