Who am I

It’s 2:30am and I’m 23 years old and I’ve been laying here staring at the ceiling for hours asking the stars that I can’t see why the fuck I’m here. What is my purpose? I feel like I just exist to fill a space. Am I meant to be doing something? I always had big … More Who am I

Don’t talk 

Who do you talk to when the one person you want to talk to doesn’t want to talk about it? I don’t know, but I do know what I want to say. I want to say that I keep imagining what would have happened. What would have happening if I chose my arm that night. … More Don’t talk 

The end of an era.

I’ll be blunt, I have depression. And I’ve lost a lot of people because of it. I had this friend once -infact, I had a lot of friends once- that I spoke to on the daily. Like, shit, we were inseparable to the point that it was weird not spending a day together. And one … More The end of an era.