Love I Wished it Was
A lifetime ago, I asked a dear friend what love was. She told me it was “eating a bowl of cereal while watching your favorite show,” and despite loving the line, I didn’t understand it at all. Years later, I’m ...
Seeing Color
This is another instance of me deciding what should and should not be on this blog. While I understand that the choice to include a black narrative may leave some feeling isolated, I don’t believe I can keep my skin color out of my writing, as I can’t keep my skin color out of my ...
Probably Just a Rant
Sometime I have a hard time putting a creative twist on a simple concept. If I’m being honest it’s incredibly frustrating that I feel the need to string together a set of rhyme schemes, metaphors, and elevated diction just to let you all know that depression sucks. Kinda stupid huh? That instead of just ...
Conversations with Myself
One of the hardest things I’ve had to do in order to get better was to come to terms with the fact that not everything is my fault. While I haven’t completely relinquished responsibility for where I am at in life, I have embraced the fact that some people really have let me down in ...
Wild Daisy
While the writings on this site may not ever be happy per say, I think it is in my best interest to mix in some more positive notes. As I’ve begun to talk through many of the obstacles I’ve been facing I noticed a rather startling trend. I find it difficult to feel a true ...
Cries in the Dark
There was a three day period this year when I didn’t leave my room. I sat there, listening to the voices of people I seemingly couldn’t reach out to, and wrote letters that I never planned to deliver. Those letters were my way of having a conversation that I was too afraid to actually have. ...
A Mask Called A Smile
So a lot of these early posts are going to be me showing you all some things that I wrote quite a few months ago. I think its important to document how my mental state has fluctuated, and looking at my writing, is in my opinion, the best way to do that. I don’t claim ...
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It’s Okay To Not Be Okay
If you get nothing else from me or this blog, I truly hope that this short message sticks with you.
Me & a mask 