Someone, a long while ago sent me this, when I told them I was going through a tough time, because it helped them get through a tough time. Goddamit H, I fucking hope you’re right. Because “don’t worry about it too much” isn’t really working. AdvertisementsRead More Does it really get better?
I can’t write poetry for shit- I’ll leave that to R, B, P, and N. I tried, I honestly did- but I’m not going to malign poetry by calling a disjointed paragraph a poem. However, I will talk about what’s been bugging me. Fucking depression, man. It’s back, and it’s worse than ever. I’ve tried […]Read More This depression got the best of me.
it’s quiet in here. Peaceful, even, if not for the roars in my head. the tick of a clock, the hum of a radio, the occasional exchanged glance. the absence of words, the presence of silence, grows more unsettling by the second. that silence is deafening. it could be quiet to you, but not for […]Read More silence.
Well, the title is a clickbait (who knew a BuzzFeed contributor could do that :O). But the sentiment that the line from a Simple Plan song still resonates with me. It’s a song from a son to his father, talking about how he’s disappointed him all along, and apologises for just not being good enough. […]Read More I’m sorry, I can’t be perfect.
In the past month, I haven’t caught a break. Day after day, I’ve bled friends. Even worse, I’ve lost a lot of respect, for actions I’m not sure I should’ve been penalised for. It fucking sucks. I’m still here, though. Same person, same attitude, same flesh. It’s really saddening to look around class and feeling […]Read More I’m sorry I’ve hurt you.
It’s been a hell of a ride. If I thought 2016 ended on a brilliant note, 2017 has seemed like the complete opposite. Battling my demons has never been more difficult, to the point where I don’t even try and hide it anymore. If you’re reading this and have earnestly asked me how I’m feeling […]Read More Goodbye, 2017.
Well, it quite frankly has. Since my last post, I have gotten back together with N- thank heavens for that. She’s always been my pillar, and has never once rolled her eyes at my mood swings or my preposterously perennial plans to go to McDonald’s for our dates- a huge, huge change from A. Funnily […]Read More Been a while.
Funnily enough, I wonder how we reached here. I used to be able to tell you everything. We’re both apart today, without any means to contact each other. I found out you’ve gone back home, that through WordPress comments (that’s a new one). I guess this is how it’s going to be- that’s how you want it […]Read More Mental bleach
My birthday’s in seven days. That’s right, seven fucking days more, and I’m no longer a teenager. This is a series wherein I write seven embarrassing things I can proudly say that I’ve done whilst “living da lyf”. Over the past two weeks, I’ve made one irrevocable decision: that I won’t shave my moustache. My […]Read More #birthdayweek: Malevolent moustache.