The art of living.

Living is indeed an art. The common misconception about art though, is that it only comes with natural talent- either you have it, or you don’t. Some people draw, some paint, and some express their “art” in other ways, like photography or music. This is true, perhaps, to some extent, more towards the way we…

Happy Birthday, Me.

25 is when your brain “fully develops”, or at least that’s what science claims happens. I don’t feel the slightest bit mature. I spent approximately 21 hours of my birthday in my room – my sanctuary. A place I retreat to because I’m a lazy fuck, and could lie on my bed while I entertain…

When Dying is the Only Way Out

I do feel like sometimes the world is closing in on me. I have moments when I would have crying fits that seem to never stop. There are times when it feels as though you’ve tried everything to be happy, but, you can’t. I’m broken inside. Just like many out there. I feel helpless, hopeless.…

Not today.

A lot has been going on lately. I’ve been going through some stuff. A month or two ago, I made a resolution to sort of tweak the way I write. I’ve always expressed the darker side of my life and my feelings in words, and despite many people telling me about how they can relate,…