For the students i shared this location with in private:
Depression is different for everyone, but this is a place that records what it was like for me. 261 more words
If i’m honest with myself, i feel like i haven’t been honest in an awfully long time. Not really because i didn’t want the truth, but because i was terrified of it, perhaps, or because i didn’t really believe the truth was indeed the truth, or most probably because i didn’t know what the truth was. 1,093 more words
liquid sounds burbling in the throat of a warm-blooded beast
written in seafoam and waves crashing on smooth black rocks.
a lagoon lies ahead… 103 more words