Sometimes I want them to be happy for what they have instead of bitter for what they don’t get
Tag Archives: anxiety
There is no binary good or bad dad. There are just various shades
Vroom doom soon
Playwright or Wrong
Art is an abstraction of identity, but alive nonetheless
Tired and tiring
Bits & Pieces
Writing and then knowing someone will read it fills me with such an exquisite fear
Ready, set, write!
I think it was a leather news boy cap that that man had.
Work until you die in real life
Why sleep when I can play apex?
Eye Zit Down
The alternate title was Infected Oil Duct but I liked this one more.
Difference Between Fear
It’s not pink eye I swear. No one farted on my pillows!
3/4/20 Staying home sick as an adult is like eating an apple: it can be nice, but for the most part you think of it as a chore. First of all there’s the responsibility of taking care of yourself: the hydration, the nutrition, the fighting off antibodies left and right like a lone warrior fightingContinue reading “Slide Off”
2/21/20 I almost didn’t write in my diary today. Not that I wanted to ignore it, but in reality it’s the morning after yesterday and I’m writing this at the kitchen counter cooking French toast.
2/10/20 Another day gone, another day older, another moment lived. I know for a fact that Monday, February 10th, 2020 will not live on in infamy within my psyche. For the most part I remained the same. My physical form did not dissolve into the ether &, for the most part, I am still aContinue reading “Three Penny”
2/5/20 I had a bad dream last night. I was all over the place. Men were falling from the sky, crouched, with long, sharp fingers. They would kill you immediately if you questioned it. If you didn’t say anything then were just there. Marie said it was time for her to join them.