A-Achoo! She wipes under her nose and leaves a streak of snot on her pointer finger. "When will I get this right?" She questions herself. Everyday around 7pm her anxiety takes control over her mind and she is forced to face the boredom. Boredom is her biggest trigger you know. When nothing seems to satisfy… Continue reading Solving Boredom
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Zombie
A dark doom engulfs me and I am stripped down to my naked body. Scars line my wrists and thighs, each one created to remind me of a beautiful, emotional disaster. I run my fingers over my left arm and where the incision once spew red life out of me is now a bare artifact… Continue reading Zombie
Misunderstood InSaNiTy 