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
Writing and I have had a fairly symbiotic relationship since I was very young. I am one of those weird children who enjoyed writing far more than reading at first. I discovered as I grew older that the reason behind this was as a result of me being both bored and disillusioned by what I was forced to read
I awaken, covered in sweat. I close my eyes and the screaming returns. Some scars are buried deep. Some hidden so far down that it requires unconsciousness to bring them to the surface. I open my eyes again and the fear is gone But the memories remain, floating at the top. The scars burn as mental blood flows. And
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
The internet would lead you to believe that love is equated with justice, honor, and goodness. I am here today to bring the counterpoint: That these ideas are false. That these premises are false. I will be using stupid amounts of Pathos to make this argument, so if you don’t like that, go elsewhere. Growing up I was raised