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
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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
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
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
Lies I hide behind: Finding love or hooking up
I think I've made it my soul mission to find love. What kind of love? Well, the kind of love where I'm burying my face in Olive Garden salad, calamari, and seafood pasta across from a guy who doesn't judge me that I prefer the Denny's of Italian Restaurants. Or the kind where I ask … Continue reading Lies I hide behind: Finding love or hooking up
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 