On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
letting go
What the fuck.
I'm getting tired. Tired of myself. Tired of the cycles that keep repeating and the lessons I fail to learn. People tell me to go easy on myself but I simply can't let myself get away with all the things I've done. It doesn't make any sense to me. The people I wish I could … Continue reading What the fuck.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 