amatuer writer, expert overthinker
By nature, I am what some people would call a “loner.” I think “introvert” is the appropriate term nowadays, but I’ll just call it like it is. I’m lonely, and yet I prefer to be alone if given the option to stay home and watch Gilmore Girls for the third time or go out with people.
As I close my eyes and let the Valium seep into my bloodstream under my tongue, I imagine my happy…
His chains were just a service charge to be around him. Be enlightened, be complimented, be loved, and just accept his chains as jewelry.
This is what we call: a brain dump. The idea of being a creative is a pretty one. Artists with…
I am going on my fourth year of living in chronic pain, and I can’t quite seem to understand how…
This is a version of a letter to singer-songwriter Gregory Alan Isakov who holds a special place in my life.…
People ask me all the time if I was a sad kid. That’s their way of asking if I’ve always…
People ask me about my hobby every time I bring it up. “Job” sounds too much like a seventeen year…
There are many men who come into the coffee house on a daily basis. The lonely soldiers with a keen…
