It’s been a strange week. Lots of highs and lows, not very many in-betweens. Such is the life of an addict. We don’t like to be in the middle. 400 more words
Tags » Self Loathing
I set my feet on mars to discover that it was empty..
This time, there is no healing that time can provide
No story that it can clearly articulate, 418 more words
My inability to express myself creatively is always on my mind. I clean the kitchen, buy the groceries, do the laundry, exercise the dog, cook dinner, put away my children’s mess all the while feeling like I am missing something–a limb, or all my clothes, or…my identity. 63 more words