This post contains blunt thoughts on suicide and depression. Don’t read it if you don’t wanna.
It’s about 3:30 AM, and I just woke up thinking about killing myself.
Often, I fall asleep while fantasizing about suicide, but this may … Continue reading
I’ve been in purgatory since mid-March.
And I still am. But I found a little hole in the wall to deliver a few words through.
What does that even mean?
It means, I’ve been voiceless. That’s what I mean by … Continue reading
I need to pause for a moment, and just stop everything. Nothing matters right now, except one thing.
That one thing is your pain. The pain you’re feeling right now. And the pain that’s been lost so deep within you … Continue reading
My first book, The Art of Being Human: What It Means to Be, has sold 30 copies.
5 units in October.
8 units in November.
16 units in December.
2 units so far in January.
Oops, that’s 31. This … Continue reading
I hear crunching, chewing coming from somewhere behind me in the darkness.
Trying to figure out what kind of animal it is.
Sounds too large to be a mouse, and I’ve noticed that mice will grab their food and scurry
… Continue reading