Hello all of my lovely friends! I hope this little update finds you all well and good! I myself have had quite the busy year - though I've popped up on here every once in a while to check in. I'm still writing, still creating - still trying to help as I always have. I may post some new material in the very near future - so I hope you all enjoy that. I want to once again be a contributing voice among this community that's embraced me and had my back for so many years. Wish me luck!
That said, something has come to my attention within the last couple of days, though the issue seems to have been dealt with. (Thankfully. Though I'd still like to
excuses for why I'm shaking by intricately-ordinary, literature
Literature
excuses for why I'm shaking
we live in a world of apologies.
I made a mistake a year back,
choosing my addiction to oxygen
over less demanding things.
I’m sick of trembling for problems
that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying
to romanticize black holes and
the indiscriminate nature of lithium and
I’m sick of waking up every morning
feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry
but I’m not ready to accept my role
in the making of myself. I’m not ready
to lament for those with a smaller
pain tolerance, and for my dislike
of anything that requires commitment.
I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry
I won’t admit that out