Well, its been another week and I have Surviving the Quarantine Post 5 for you all. This has been another odd week in a nonstop ride of strange. While I am one post closer to creating a habit, my depression is currently clawing at my brain. My writing is slowed, and my energy on a downswing. Still, I refuse to
I have spent the last 2 hours debating posting my opinion on an issue that I am passionate about. Not because I worry about backlash on the internet. But because I fear what I might say in reaction to said backlash on the internet. So before I begin, I might delete this soon to be massive wall of text for
It is little secret that the months of November, December, January and February are my least favorite part of the year. When I lived up north, that meant perpetual cold and less sunlight. And while I am a person of darkness who revels in it, I do not enjoy the cold that goes alongside it in the long winter
Thanks to the Hallmark Holiday nature of Valentines Day, it is quite impossible to ignore it. But worst of all is when in my life, this day has turned to a day of nightmare and only part of it is due to the actual nature of Valentines Day. What follows is a recount of some of the very darkest
I have always loved October 31. It is the final day of the year I enjoy before the back to back Hallmark holidays that remind me why I hate people. Holidays such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, (with its abhorrent music) and worst of all, Valentines Day. Better known to me as the day every worthless person in America feels the