Day one again; The hangover The loathing The broken anhedonia, livened by creeping mania And the overall understanding that moving … More
This is a strange one to write here and now, so I’m going to pretend it’s just us (though you’ll … More
What the fuck is a consistent friend to me right now; a real and steadfast companion. It appears all … More
Single on Valentines day… not as bad as you think.
My life began today; not eight years ago when I met my ex-fiancé, not four years ago when we got … More