an ode to chester bennington.

March 26, 2023.Reading time 11 minutes.

hello. I know, I know, I know. it’s been awhile since you’ve heard from me. I’m still alive. I haven’t written in a good, long while. I haven’t felt like it. I haven’t been inspired. everything I’ve felt has just sort of been stuck and lodged inside of my brain. just sort of tangled up […]

save us from this masquerade of lies

November 25, 2022.Reading time 2 minutes.

right or wrong, barely holding on.

January 27, 2022.Reading time 7 minutes.

TW: self-harm, suicidal ideation

tough girl, I’m in pain.

January 13, 2022.Reading time 6 minutes.

I should be sleeping, but I’m writing this instead. My head is spinning with so many thoughts, it’s difficult to keep myself tethered to the present. Can I organize my thoughts? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m hurting because my own brain has flooded me and is drowning me in my insecurities […]

I am the ghost who floats through time.

October 1, 2021.Reading time 9 minutes.

I don’t know where to begin. I want to rage and smash things. I want to bash in my keyboard for the words that I’m about to lay down. But all I can do is cry, hold and try to soothe myself. I want to know where in life I went wrong for some people […]

never mind me, I’m a waste of your time.

September 19, 2021.Reading time 3 minutes.

I hate feeling so much. I hate it. It’s exhausting. I don’t want to feel anymore. I’m tired of hurting. I’m tired of feeling such intense emotions, more than most anyone else feels. I’m not well right now. And I’m sure people who know me are just like, “meh… she’ll feel ok in a bit. […]

3:15am

September 6, 2021.Reading time 11 minutes.

Life is so unpredictable. I don’t know why it surprises me, I mean… it shouldn’t. Existence is just so random. Being human is bizarre. Being human can be really great, but being human also hurts. Sometimes I wonder if it hurts more for others? Does it hurt more for people like me? I just can’t […]

ode to a borderline.

August 23, 2021.Reading time 13 minutes.

I want to write. I’ve got so much on my mind. But also, my emotions are so intense that it’s hard to articulate these thoughts. The days and nights have been a blur. Don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. I feel lost and broken. Time has slowed down, like those early mornings back home […]