People are dumb. We know this, but how dumb are people exactly?
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.
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 […]
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 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 […]
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 […]
Remember when I said I was over it? But then I also said I missed her. I’m just all sorts of contradictions right now.
Do you ever just look at your shadow and feel every single molecule of your body just give in to nothingness, to the point where you almost deflate and become one with the void? Yeah, I guess not. I don’t know what I’m talking about, either.
I’m rather conflicted as I write this, even though I have, what I like to consider, more important things to do than face this issue. But after some ‘mindfulness’ experiments during tutorial sessions of my class of Reading as a Writer, an old issue came back to haunt me.
In the dead of night, when there is nothing else around me other than darkness and the quiet rumbling of the air conditioner above me, thoughts I try to push to the back of my mind during the day crawl out to haunt me as I lay on my bed.