How much longer until the next chapter? If we’re turning pages, it’s probably fair to say so. Because being in my head is the absolute last spot I’d ever want to be in. I can just assume all the things I do wrong, and I can act nonchalant about it in person like everything is… Read more

The pen bleeds through these journal pages and it takes with it pieces of me. I’m not sure where to start but somehow I always finish. It doesn’t make any judgements even as the handwriting becomes less eligible. I don’t know how else to describe it but it feels incredible. I can’t figure out when… Read more

Maybe the universe was wrong this time. It thought it was doing everything right for us, and we were supposed to accept it. What if it’s wrong, though? What if this isn’t what will make me stronger, and ultimately it weakens me for the rest of my life? There will always be that “I should’ve… Read more

Everyone Has An Opinion. That’s the story. I know what I’m capable of. I know what I have to do, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to be convinced by anybody ever. I don’t think people understand how much I’m in my head. If I’m not talking outside, I promise you I’m talking on… Read more

I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve been thinking a lot about death. Not in a “he’s going to hurt himself” kind of way. It’s more of a humbling moment, for me at least. You may already know this, but I always imagined passing away early. It’s not a thought I’m looking forward to necessarily,… Read more

Temporarily Failing I used to think that I was never going to grow up. I’m not sure where that thought process came from, but in my head, I still have a tough time looking at my grown-up problems. Having to talk to a significant other? Gross. Talking about what makes you upset versus just holding… Read more