Right now, I want to die. I’m sitting in the floor of the restroom of a nice German restaurant. And … Continue Reading How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
This short, poetic essay reflects both the nature of depression and its untimely onset. It is the author’s best attempt to put very complex feelings into words.
I AM NIGHT and dusk is never ending. Probe the dark and prove my worth. Step blind into oblivion, summon … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 26