The musings of the personification of an alphabet soup of diagnoses…

 

Insecurity’s Exhibitionist

The tangled clusterfuck of the inside of my head spilled out onto the screen in a vaguely chronological, snippet collage of my life.

Letters to a Future Love

I don’t know if I know you yet, but I’m trusting that one day you’ll tell me…

Shower Conversations

Where my anxieties send me back to rehash all the shit I failed to get out of my mouth when it fucking mattered.

The things I couldn’t say, that I wish I’d said, words to break my world.

This time I’m saying them.

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