People are good. But people are selfish. They want to help others, they want to do the right thing, but only for their own selfish reasons. Whether they believe in karma or they just want someone to owe them one, people don’t genuinely care about each other.
t's not pretty, it's an art the way it's all so goddamn predictable
Today's my birthday. I'm 22 today. I'd like to take this time to reflect on all the things 21 taught me.
Late at night, darkened room, windows down, a single owl outside. It has no nest, perches on a branch beside my window. I don't sleep when he's out there, but I never bring myself to shut the window.
The second part to a short story about a 16 year old boy escaping from an abusive household, only to find himself in a strange and unfamiliar room
A poem about feeling motivated through a depressive episode.
Sitting in a dimly lit room, the light went out a week ago and it’s rainy and foggy today. The rain carries from outside to deep within my soul, creating puddles in my chest, a type of flooding only possible when it’s rained relentlessly for weeks. Doctors and meteorologists don’t know when the rain will … Continue reading where did the sun go