A New Year
2019. It feels like it is a repeat of 2018 but instead of feeling like it launched itself away from the linear timeline, it feels like it is dragging on and occupying the space that 2018 didn’t spend any time occupying.
End of the Months
It’s been a few months since I last updated this blog and since the last time I checked in, a few things have changed. Today marks the last day of my internship and the only thing I took from that job is that bosses can be irrationally nitpicky and would […]
Number Seven
Dear Number Seven,
who am I anymore?
Has anyone ever felt like their name is not their own name? I’ve been feeling this disassociation for a while now. I’m not even sure if I can confidently tell you my name anymore because it almost feels like I don’t have a name. I just am.
The Idiocy of Humanity
People are dumb. We know this, but how dumb are people exactly?
why i left stan twitter
I speak only from my experience with stan Twitter. I have recently written an article that summarizes what I think is the problem with stan Twitter. Stan Twitter is one of the, if not the most, toxic places you can be in.
a foreword
So, it’s been another month or two since my last update and I’m not even really sure what I should write about. It has come to my attention that this WordPress blog has turned into some sort of weird diary for me and I’m sort of confused as to what […]
after the rain
So, I’m only writing this because it’s probably time for another update. I’m not sure what I’ll talk about since most of the time I just make things up as I go along, but I read someone else’s blog post and I suppose it’s time for me to also do […]
i hope i choke
I don’t even know why I am writing this. I didn’t want to write it because I don’t know, I thought maybe these deep dark secrets might come back to haunt me, whether or not I actually do fulfill the life I imagined for myself. But I guess it’s not […]
anywhere, just not here
Home is where the dark thoughts are. It’s quieter here. I know this place, I grew up in this place — well, mostly. I have so many memories here that it’s hard to escape the haunting times when you lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling and listening […]
