Problem.

Wednesday 26th, 12:41 AM     you might find it funky that i’m starting off this blog post with the time it was written. i just want the time recorded so it’s easier for me to remember this moment. yeah, the memory thing is getting that bad.   today marks a significant step forward in […]

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Lost Property.

Here’s a little known fact about this website for all you lovely humans. Originally I was going to call this site “Lost Property” because not only did it appropriately represent how my thoughts felt for a long period of time, I tend to be a bit disorganised in terms of my belongings, so the Lost […]

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Love.

It recently came to my attention that through all of my hateful outbursts of rage against the notion of love, I never actually wrote anything on the intoxicating aroma which love blesses us with. As such, here goes.   The feeling you get when your eyes meet, if only for a second, and the mutual […]

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Burnt Bridges.

As a human being it’s startlingly easy to do things you regret soon after. This can be especially seen in relationships where one thing leads to another and all of a sudden the person you used to talk to doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. In the spur of the moment, one might actually […]

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Change.

It’s hard to prove that I’m a different person when the outstanding remnants of who I used to be stick out to people so harshly. Especially with the blog.   I don’t feel the same way I did like a month back, but the fact that the way I felt stays on here as a […]

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Time.

It’s hard to not be terrified by the passing of time. Coupled with my abysmal memory, the rapid passing of time provides some truly scary moments.   This year just flew on by. And I barely remember any of it.   It feels just the same as last year. Except now my skin is worse […]

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Documenting Happiness.

It was 2 in the afternoon, and the smell of the summer breeze filled my nose with a reminder that I could’ve left the with less than 3 layers. I walked into my favourite cafe and the place is almost empty, save for the employees. I ordered a chai latte and took it to the […]

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I’m Not Sad.

I didn’t realise up until recently how much I relied on my depressive episodes as a creative source or inspiration. I discovered this fact mainly thanks to the fact I have nothing to write about. It’s a new issue – I’m too happy. Everything in my life is great. It’s all going perfectly. And now […]

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Restrictions.

One of the worst feelings I’ve come to realise is having certain things taken away from you unintentionally by people. I’ll elaborate. Let’s say you want to sit at a certain spot at the park and read but the last time you went to that certain spot heaps of people tried to talk to you. […]

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Nothing.

Once the excitement has resided, the dust has settled, and the boyish wonder is gone, all that remains of me at the moment is a surreal sense of helplessness, hopelessness and worthlessness.   and nothing anybody says or does can fill me with any reason to not think so. I know that we’ve been down […]

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