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I wish I weren’t so fragile. Instead of breaking at the smallest of touches, I’d rather be fortified and immovable. To be able to face anything and not collapse is an unattainable goal. I guess I’m just broken. Can I ever be repaired?

I wish I wasn’t so fixated on death. My mind deserves a break from constantly agonizing over my eventual demise. Worrying about it has no sway on whether or not its going to happen. It will. And I just need to accept that. But I can’t. At least, not fully. The unknown terrifies me like… Read more: Death Fixation

I’ve never held a strong sense of self. No deep ties to my name. For most of my life I’ve felt like I’m simply playing a part. But there are no clear directions to follow. So I simply amble back and forth, trying to make the best of it. Hopefully I’m doing an OK job.

Cheers Chipo… I have no skin to protect me. No shield from all the intensity of my feelings. Wave after wave crashes into me, leaving only an emotional wreck behind.  To feel deeply in a world like ours feels like a curse. One I have unfortunately been chosen to bear. While many can simply shake… Read more: I have no skin