Some nights it feels like I’m lazing away on railway tracks, idly dragging the soles of my shoes along the gravel and over the wood and the spikes. Sometimes the track isn’t there and it’s just fields of soft grass and I’m walking and walking and the scenery isn’t changing very much, just more of…

I’ve got lots of schoolwork to do that I just don’t care to do. I also don’t really care to do this, either, but if I have to write something, this is definitely the less annoying option. I haven’t really been in a writing mood recently – one reason is because some random freak followed…

today is the day I was supposed to get married, which is interesting. It sort of contextualizes just how short and how long the period between breakup and now has been. I think today is also the 6-month mark since the breakup. it’s kind of funny to think about how stressed we were about the…

Mmm, this will be a post about music I’ve been listening to. I have decided to enter a period of reflective, monk-like isolation because truly nothing good comes of me speaking to other people right now. Not in a dramatic sense, but in a sort of selfish sense. I’m someone who desperately wants things to…

Cringe post begets cringe title. I finally listened to that Billie Eilish album and it was pretty good. I’ll give you the short life update. My ex and I spent a random weekend together out of nowhere, which led to us discussing our growth since the breakup and what we want and what the hell…

Say there was a mouse trap that, on one particular day, became very conscious of himself and his purpose. The mouse trap, sitting idly in the corner behind the old off-white refrigerator, suddenly awakened to the idea of what his wood and metal meant, how the bait sits so seductively on his stomach, and how…

There are two parts to any type of day, the beginning and the end – the middle isn’t so notable. Specifically, I guess, it seems like everything notable either happens before lunch or after dinner. Typically, morning is marked by waking up from a nightmare or getting some bad news from the night prior or…

It’s been a while since I’ve been through a breakup. My last one, well last one that actually mattered, was my freshman year of college. It was with a girl named Hayley. The whole relationship was bad, it was distant, it was toxic, I was immature, so was she. The breakup wasn’t any better. In…

For the past week, maybe five days, I’ve felt that familiar feeling of decay, mold growing around my fingertips and roots coiling around my throat and blood flowing slower and colder. I can’t seem to get myself out of bed and when I inevitably do, I just end up sitting on the couch for hours…

Language is a wonderful, or perhaps nauseating, aspect of living. It’s trite, but the tiny ripples of air that hit my ears have done much more damage to me than any amount of falls or scrapes or bruises or whatever. Just little, itty bitty waves. My ex and I spoke Friday, I believe. It was…