Believe Me, I’m Bulletproof.
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." – Eleanor Roosevelt That is my mother's favorite quote. She told me it often growing…
I’m Never Gonna Be Your Sweet Surrender.
I'm tired. I'm in so many levels of pain. I long to go somewhere else other than the security of my room. But it's all…
You’re Uninvited.
Today has been heavy. I fell asleep with a heavy ache in my soul. I laid down, drifted away into another place that wasn't my…
Blood On My Hands.
My hands seem to be unclean, no matter how hard I try to scrub the blood off. It's more like cement, fused into my skin…
Diamond in the Rough.
There are so many things I want to say, but they are confined underneath my skin. They are suffocating with each thought that passes by.…
Existential crisis forever.
I was working today, and I work hard. I work in a coffee shop, but I don’t make the coffee. I’m the bar back, the…
The First Post – Authenticity.
Yep, the first post. The post that always seems to be the hardest one to write. It's a time to think of something fresh to…
