So utterly, fucking, alone.
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Sunday
Barraged
i can only swallow my thoughts so many times in a day. I am ignored by most of my family. Unable to feel anything but happiness at home. I have no friends and it’s times like this that I feel so utterly alone. My mom is the only person I feel l feel like is my friend. When she passes, it will be just me and then I’ll know how she feels.
Flame War
Hi world, So, over the last year or so, I've posted about social justice on social media. Almost every single post was commented on, ...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read.. I've noticed there's been a l...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...