Some days, I’ve felt so high that I don’t want to come down, but most times I have crashed to the floor so hard, and I’ve felt so much pain. … More I Am So Lost.
Hello friends! So, things have been a little hectic with me at the moment, due to that I had to put blogging on a bit of a break. I couldn’t keep on blogging and doing everything else, or I would have eventually lost my head. However, I was thinking about what I’ve achieved in the … More 21 Goals… The Update.
Social media is like a dice; most of the time you roll it and you win, but sometimes you lose. … More The Disadvantages of Social Media.
Now, when pain arrives, I don’t shut the door and it tramples it’s way back in. I open the door, offer it a seat and let it stay. … More Pain is your new best friend.
I was up the stream, I had no paddle, I had no way to get back… yet, to me, I was doing pretty well. I was still floating, who cared if I would never reach land again? … More Why 2018 has NOT been my year… so far, anyway.
I would get through my break up by myself. I would find it liberating, I would find some happiness through the clouds of loneliness that clouded me. … More Single Life, The Feminist Bitch and what happens now…
I lost two years of my life… To people who didn’t give a shit. … More How I made Peace with Myself…
I haven’t blogged for a while. Scratch that. I haven’t written anything for a while. I used to find the idea of writing what I felt down, to be sort of therapeutic. It was the way I worked out what was happening. I used it to untwist what was happening in my head. However, writing … More Personal Pieces: 2017 has started as such a difficult year.
I find the society we live in today to be a strange one. And, current situations and affairs have made me slightly irate. I never have understood why other peoples past seems to matter than what other people have gone through. I mean, let me tell you this… No one has it easy in this … More I hurt, I have a past… but so does everyone else.
She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … More She Told Me (Spoken Word)