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.
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.
I had issues with alcohol abuse the past semester. Most of it has been documented well on this blog, but I’d just like to reinforce the fact that I really drank a lot for about a month and a half. It reached to a point where it made my health issues worse, and I had to […]Read More Drink from the cup till it runneth over!
Wow, another year has passed. I don’t know how or when it passed. No, fuck that, I do. I felt each and every moment of this year pass away. Most of them were spent in front of screens or various kinds. Most others, in front of glass bottles. The remaining few were filled with tears. […]Read More Adios, 2016.
I read a lot of my NaNoWriMo2016 posts again, and bah gawd, wasn’t I miserable in some of them. Well, I’ve finally some good news. I recently started talking to someone, and it’s been going quite well ever since. We’ve known of each other before, but never really started talking, until I just decided to one […]Read More New beginnings.
Whilst I was packing yesterday, a range of emotions hit me. I opened my suitcase. I started stuffing all my clothes into it, folding them one by one. Separate bags for home clothes and formalwear, so that the latter don’t get too fucked up. Mom will shout. I put one, and then another, and then […]Read More Packing up.
I shouldn’t have checked their messages. I knew this. I always knew it. I knew what lay beyond that password was a world full of hurt and pain. I knew it would do no good to anyone involved- not me, not the two people’s chat I’d just read. It would plummet my self-confident to new […]Read More Love, and other drugs.