life
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It’s gotten to a point where I don’t see the value in complaining anymore. I never used to think of it as ‘complaining’ until recently but my mind is still made up, it’s pointless. Yet, I find myself incapable of doing anything else. When I’m short of breath and my sorrows are louder than my
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It’s my birthday and my brain just got delivered! All these years of trying to function without my prefrontal cortex, have been akin to Hell on Earth. I’m ready to ascend, just figuratively speaking. I have been joking about this day for the past 3 years and its finally here, and I feel…accomplished? I think
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Scroll to the end for a long summary For a while I have been trying to go through life appearing happy and put together. And for the most part it was easy because people are so consumed in their own life that unless you’re rocking in the corner or bawling your eyes out in the
Constance Persephone 