Category: The Little Things

A Collection of Terrible Nasty Good For Nothing Thoughts

I realized as I finished writing this that it had been a while since I had posted anything. I don’t have a good explanation for the break. I suppose I haven’t felt much lately, and thus nothing I’ve written in the past month has felt important enough to show to anyone. I haven’t found much ...

Somewhere Between Sad Songs and Butterscotch

Today, instead of committing suicide, I sat on the island in the middle of my kitchen while crying and eating butterscotch. I didn’t have any particular reason to be so depressed. Nothing serious had happened, and no mounting dread loomed over me, but nevertheless, all I could think about upon waking up this morning was ...

Still Out Here Ranting

It’s everyone’s favorite time again. I’ve hit that critical mood where I do away with the piss poor poetry, thoughtless think pieces, and agonizing anecdotes, all to see how many self-deprecating remarks I can throw out before people start to worry. I’ll be honest, for about two weeks now I’ve found myself firmly nestled within ...

The Good, The Bad, and The XXX

The Good, The Bad, and The XXX This isn’t so much a warning as it is an invitation for conversation. I’m sure there will be more than a few who disagree with my opinion, and I hope they are encouraged to voice their thoughts on the matter. Provided the opinion doesn’t come across as a ...

World Poetry Day

It’s World Poetry Day, and as one of life’s leading poets, I am obliged to participate. All jokes aside, I needed an excuse to post these two pieces. I have been sitting on them for quite some time, and couldn’t justify putting them out into the world until today. They are handwritten, my apologies to those ...

Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

This piece was started a lifetime ago, at a time in which my response to negativity in my life was, well, mean. I had started opening up to friends and family about my depression, and thus was facing the harsh reality of going public with depression. People don’t know how to properly react, and it ...

Why did you try?

Why did you try? Was it to escape the pain? Was it to put an end to the noise inside your head? Did you really want to die? I tried because I decided life wasn’t worth it. I had finally broken free of the confines of my mind, ascended above my depression, and looked out ...