of memory and existentialism
reaching 100
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer's block. more so because in this month, two years ago, i started this blog. a blog i started because i was struggling to write academically. in february i registered for my phd. and like clock work i couldn't write again. at... Continue Reading →
through the fog- breathe
a micropoem on coping with social anxiety
-the unsent letter
I hate when you say you love me or miss me I gave up on you after the countless times you pushed away my outstretched hands I cried away my love when you told me I was ugly when I sat in the scorching water of the bathtub hoping to burn away my skin shrink... Continue Reading →
i was taught to never make eye contact
- of everyday escapism
