How many times do I tell the same story?
Continue readingThe Wreckage of Our Past

How many times do I tell the same story?
Continue readingI was recently tricked into admitting that I believe in myself.
Continue readingChance and I were sitting on my bedroom floor, coloring a fuzzy poster with markers. It was late, we had hip-hop playing on my speaker, I was getting sleepy, and all I could think was, I’m going insane! I’m going insane!
Continue reading“I haven’t heard Henry’s voice in quite a while,” I thought to myself yesterday.
Continue readingPsychosis is believing my worst thoughts, my own interior monologue taking on a life of its own, physical sensations that don’t line up with reality, fears bigger than the moon, and logic that is completely inexplicable to anyone else.
Continue readingYes, I have memories. Yes, they make me insane. I drive in circles through my neighborhood. I see people I know in strangers’ faces. I walk through a fluorescent convenience store. You know how it is.
Continue readingThings are… up and down.
Continue readingStaying up until 5:00 AM the night before you have to do anything is rarely a good idea.
Continue readingMy body has, for some reason, decided to completely give up on regulating its temperature.
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