Benign.

Sometimes I’ll trick myself into thinking I’m doing better. Sometimes I’ll be naive to believe I’m normal and thriving but I forget I’m merely in remission. The grief will cross its legs and sit benign inside my veins, coiling itself softly around my organs. It’ll sleep in the corners of my mind, waking up when…

I’m told I’m too harsh, or I’m too cut throat when it comes to dating. But if you value your time like I do, you have to be mindful with who you choose to invest your time on. This is also why I have set myself a certain level of standards for myself and for…

I don’t know what the fuck to say.

I’ve been at a standstill lately, and usually have some form of advice or experience to offer. But lately, I’ve been depressed and journaling all my thoughts. I don’t know what to say. I just feel so fucking lost some days and I feel like a fucking failure. I felt sharing some journal entries might…

Dreaming.

I don’t dream of  you anymore. And  I don’t mean when  I’m sleeping. I mean  the dreams I would  cherish when I was  awake and drugged  by you.  I’d lay into the  crevices of my  mind, and wander  into the fantasy: the kids,  the house with the open kitchen,  the sunflower garden,  Dinners together,  the…