When you start to think of yesterday or tomorrow is that the beginning of a dream or is it the divergent's of reality? The precipice we hang on is very delicate it doesn't sustain much weight. Yep the

I find myself conflagrated with the ineptitudes of my own understanding. I'm the asshole trying to impress people with words. I hide behind phrases and social puns. Validation seeking as well as compliment

CHAPTER 6 My father told me the truth when I was 20 years old. "Everything you touch turns to shit." I hated my fathers comment for decades. Thinking to myself, "why would someone be so

CHAPTER 5 Why is it when I start to fall asleep the night version of my persona rings loudest? Thoughts of accomplishments and plans unattainable seem second nature during this transistianal phase between

Chapter 4 Knowing people are aware of my conditon but dont know how to articulate their contempt only propels me foward with disregard provoking most of my actions. I skipped the showering part of my daily

Chapter 3 The blanket of self denial rings loud today as I turn into the hallway. Escaping the ridicule of that reflection. That utter contemptment it has for me...trying desperately to pull me into its

CHAPTER 2 The inevitability of the day provokes my feet to touch the floor. The moment I stand up I know I will need to urinate. Getting older sucks. That realization is only magnified by the bathroom

CHAPTER 1 Everynight when I go to bed I find myself laying there for hours trying to fall asleep. Finally, exhausted from the dialogue of self-hate I sucum to unconsciousness. Those moments before I drift