Perspectives

There’s this one friend of mine, let’s just call her V. We’re in a group with all the other kids and after a few minutes of chit chat she pulls me aside. She stands in front of me, feet planted firmly and looks me dead in the eye and asks “how are you?” In that […]

Initially you were supposed to read this on the 25th of September but hey this is my blog.  Anyway the most important part of that rude sentence I started off with is that I’m trying to get you to understand that I am generally in a rush, I am always trying to get things done

If you know me very well you know that am that type of person who would take a bullet for his people. I find myself many times choosing sacrifice just to make things go forward, found myself paying all the bills, giving all my time and attention into a friendship.My whole idea of friendship has

I really should be going deeper with this people thing right now but please allow me to interrupt the regularly scheduled programming for just 800 words Oh I’m still not telling you about my addiction. I joke. So my addiction was of a sexual kind. So yeah sex, lust and love was my vice. It

“That blog post shall be 10 000 words long” Guess which blog post I was talking about? This one ! So before we go any further let me just warn you I do not understand people. I never have, I never might. You know how you get life lessons as you grow, well for me

P.S. what follows in italics is an actual message I sent when I was feeling anxious. Okay, what I meant by pressure was like, you know, we’ve been writing blog posts for the best past six weeks. This is impossible. And this is like every every post is getting nicer and and better and stronger

When the time came for me to decide what I wanted to do with my life everyone looked at me crazy when I decided to not go into the medical field. I had a really good reason though. I think if it was not for this I would have caved under the weight of peer

We die a little everyday, there is a part of us that dies and is buried in the hurt, in the blind rampant rage of wanting to be ok. In the time of the Salem witch trials, there was one very odd very unscrupulous thing that happened. One man refused to speak, and because they