An Experiment in Truth

What follows is for me, a thing I need to say somewhere, an annual cathartis that's become a form of ritual for me I love you. I know I...

My mental health has deteriorated massively again over the past few months. I'm doing a good job of hiding it in many ways, but I'm...

You're supposed to care.  About life.  In some way. It's supposed to mean something to you. To live. You're supposed to kee...

A friend posted this today which struck a chord: https://unguardedweb.wordpress.com/2017/05/12/behind-dark-clouds-and-silver-linings/ I...

Could you let down your hair Be transparent for awhile, just a little while To see if you're human after all Mutual respect; fun; und...

Today I take a big gamble.  One I'm guessing I'm going to regret eventually.  I'm betting against experience and with zero reass...

I discovered the below poem in Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul back when I was a moody teenager, and I continuously come back to it, for ...

It's easy to ignore you When I see you down the hall It's easy to be angry It's easy not to call To throw away this thing we...

There's a lot of things I'm not saying. I miss my friends. This is partly my own fault and partly not.  Between disagreements ove...

Bears watch over me I'm told.  Bears are on patrol in the South, protecting their charges.  Bears that like the winter.   Greater Europe...

Words from a good friend if mine: "I know people who's islets of langerhans don't work. They need to take pills and injections...

I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn...

All the love's still there, I just don't know what to do with it now. You know I still can't believe we both did some things I ...

Pressure is building. Today is another day where dark thoughts cast a long shadow over my mind.  This has been continuing to build for a f...

People have been rereading my blog and commenting, making me reread my blog and prompting me to actually write something 6 weeks ago I ...

I have to make it through I tell myself.  I have to get through this.  By why?  Why do I tell myself that? Because it's what's expe...

My old roommate came to stay.  We have a joke that we're not boyfriends.  I don't have any kind of romantic love for him.  He's ...

Go away.  Just... Stop.  Just like that.  It'd be nice wouldn't it.

I'm just putting this out there, any crazed psycho murders wanna turn up in my bedroom overnight, I'm game.  For real. Just saying....

You probably know I pick my words very carefully.  My choice of one word over another is usually intentional, reasoned, planned. 'Surv...