I feel the first crick of the crack in my foundation.My instability and insecurity shift underneath me, and the ground that connects me to the physical world grinds—revealing a fracture as thin as a hairline.The tiny fracture wisps its way up my spine. A faint, scattered red glow seeps from the base.It tugs gently at … Continue reading The Release Of Freedom
Author: Bubbly Eddie
I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
I woke up in a panic. It's 8 in the morning, and the shirt I slept in is sticking to my neck. I woke up in a panic, but I'm not panicking. I'm relieved. Not panicking. Not scared. Am I okay? I take a few deep breaths in through my nose and slowly let my … Continue reading I dreamed a dream that I can’t remember (part 1)
Please tell me this makes sense
I have this ache in the pit of my stomach. Not my heart—my stomach—because maybe that’s where my heart lives now. Or maybe it’s on my sleeve. My emotions feel bare, exposed, scraped raw by every silence. I wince when even a light breeze brushes against them. Can they read my face? Can they read … Continue reading Please tell me this makes sense
Literally, who the fuck.
The first thing I see in the mirror is the Elephant Man. Acne scars—some light, some dark—dot my face like a constellation, and in my mind, I start to connect them. I chuckle. Now I really see him. The Elephant Man and I feel like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I roll my shoulders back, … Continue reading Literally, who the fuck.
I feel like a fraud
Happy fourth...? I don't even know, dude. I don't really remember the last thing I posted on here. I guess I could take a look but I don't want to because then I would squirm in my own skin. I relapsed. I still want to use. Right now, I'm not using. Right now I'm clean … Continue reading I feel like a fraud
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 