Waiting for the Death of Today.
Actions don't speak louder than words when all you want to do is scream until your throat bleeds out. I was your lovesick prisoner. Inhabit…
Time Is Telling Me, “This Is Gonna Hurt.”
Isn't it wild that it's already November? The years go by so fast now as I get older. A strange phenomenon. Life seems to pass…
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New Beginnings, New Ways to Understand.
Every year, I buy a new journal to write in. I need a clean slate from the writings of the prior year. However, I forgot…
