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.
Based on a True Story
Inspired by reality, shaped by memory and imagination. These entries are part diary, part story — sometimes true, sometimes embellished, always honest in spirit. Because the truth is always subject to change.
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
A Letter To My Younger Self
As I close my eyes, I’m picturing a little curly-haired boy with skin the color of coffee after putting four creamers and four sugars. Smile wide with baby gaps in his teeth. Dimples deep enough that it made the top of his cheeks puff out like a balloon. I don’t know the age, but I … Continue reading A Letter To My Younger Self
here I lay.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the stars my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the wind will guide my way
Changes and Gratitude
I feel behind all the time. In my finances. In my personal development. In my life as a 30 year old. I feel like I smell all the time, even if I shower twice a day. I know I don’t but that’s how my life feels. My life feels like it has an unpleasant odor. … Continue reading Changes and Gratitude
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 