Therapy III

I start to think that there is some magical chemical in the air of Jen’s office. More than half of the things I said on her couch were buried so deep in my mind that I didn’t even know they were there. “I want a dark hole to go hide in.” I found myself lashing…Read more »

Failure

I was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection. Drake I was walking on our dusty treadmill wearing a wireless headphone blasting motivational speech for 40 minutes non stop. Oh, you read that right, I did say that I was on a treadmill last night. A lot of people have a treadmill in the…Read more »