Ready. Set. Sail! Fuck this Goddamn “holiday.” I’m pissed off and upset and triggered and whatever the fuck you want to call it. I hate my stupid parents. Why in God’s name do they still bother me?!? I’ve had it up to HERE with their nonsense and bullshit. I’m on a damn rampage and people better … More Fuck April Fool’s Day!
Ready. Set. Sail! How do you deal with the present when the past still haunts you? As I’m hiking along the Trail of Stability, I’m immersed in this light misty fog. It’s not the same Fog that torments me when I’m in my depressive state. This mist is more of a shadow. It’s hazy and silent. … More My Journey Through Purgatory: Haunted By My Memories
Ready. Set. Sail! (Trigger warning) ….one Klonopin…half a glass of red wine… …two Klonopin…a full glass of red wine… …three Klonopin….another half a glass…fuck… How many Klonopin do you need to take to overdose?! Rowing faster and faster towards the shore I’m starting to see the bright orange glow of dawn peak over the horizon. … More Waters Crashing Down: How I Survived The Storm
Ready. Set. Sail! (Trigger warning) I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. I really don’t. I’m writing right now to write. I’m overwhelmed and I feel like I’m drifting away from everyone. How can I convey my thoughts, my struggles, and my feelings without restraint? For those of you who have been reading … More Untitled
Pocahontas: “Well, I’m running through the woods, and then right there in front of me is an arrow. As I look at it, it starts to spin!” Grandmother Willow: “A spinning arrow? How unusual!” Pocahontas: “Yes, it spins faster and faster and faster… until, suddenly, it stops.” Grandmother Willow: “Well, it seems to me this … More Trapped In The Fog: A Compass Spinning Out Of Control!
