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Note to Self (233) Turning Tables

One step down the street, fast pace to a safe haven, I want home. My stride takes me to the room, where I find the seat I usually pick every time I go there. I come here when I don’t want to face the familiar crowd, when I want to remain sheltered in my own…

Note to Self (213) Penance

I’ve come to this. The spider in my brain is pushing me to the edge, and I need a way out. I can’t drink. I can’t use. I’m angry. Tired. All the frustration I kept bottled up for months is oozing back like pus to the surface, and I find it disgusting. If there was…