Starved For Love
I’ve been wanting to write about addiction and self-inflicted abuse for a while now. I wanted to address the ways we choose to hurt ourselves, and how we try to act oblivious
Low Key, I’m A Fucking Disaster
Remember how in February I decided to clean up my act?
That lasted about three months. I’m now off the wagon, mentally right back where I was the week after Super Bowl, minus the screaming, crying outburst on Parson’s Blvd and God knows where with no cab in sight. Nope. This time I’m just numb on the surface,